corrosion of conformity -the door

Corrosion Of Conformity Wiseblood The Door break neck rat race world does it taste just like it should? you only own what’s etched in stone better get it while the gettin’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 vison there is no purpose served by staying aboard this runaway wreck while you’re losing it in the curve right there’s the door don’t knock little can’t rock he’s the one huffin’ gasoline been keepin’ time with a cloudy mind since they hit him with a limosine 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’ll see you there