Lyrics:

Break-neck rat-race world, does it taste just like it should?
You only own what's etched in stone - you better get it while the getting's good
Don't weep big city sheep, I'm just trapped in your hemisphere
You tell me what I should know, and I can tell you what you wanna hear!

Say, tunnel vision, there is no purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing it in the curve
Right there's the door!
Right there's the door!

So, don't knock little-can rock he's the one huffin' gasoline
He been-a-keepin' time with a cloudy mind since they hit him with a limousine
Still the lil' ones eat off the cold concrete
And the bleedin' hearts don't care
You tell me where I can go and I'll bet you that I see you there!

Say, tunnel vision, there is no purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing it in the curve
Right there's the door!


Ain't gonna do it no more!


'Don't deny, purify!' said the man on the golden throne...
Guilty times have made you lie, and you realize you're all alone
So now you're throwin' stones at some old bag of bones
And you can't even knock him down!
One last thing that you should know -
And I can tell you without a sound!
Right there's the door!
Right there's the door!
Right there's the door, huh!
Right there's the door!