Revolving Door (Brion Jon)

You slit your own throat You won’t be around for long Though not a dying breed Cause they’ll always be a market for greed And they’ll always be someone to replace you Though they may not have the courage to face you Now it’s too late to settle scores You’re going back the way you came before Back through the revolving door You’re sick of your skin Though you act like you’re not for now But the rot has set in and it could be as little as an hour or two Before it completely devours you And the ones who should stand up are afraid to You were smug while you held the floor You’re going back the way you came before Back through the revolving door I understand the concessions that you make I know what it’s like to get backed into a corner I sympathize but I don’t take your side Hey you You act like no one could tame you But when it counted you never came through Well, with one look at what they paid you Well, most folks would hardly blame you I’m not surprised that this is what it came to You’re going back the way you came before Back through the revolving door And one day you could be back for more Oh – more – oh – more – oh – no