Verse 1: Dm C Revolving doors, what have I done? Dm C Someone on the TV, a tepid loss Dm C Dm Revolving doors, what will I become? C a redneck song Chorus 1: C Gm Paid up for seven C Gm But he only got an eight now, now Dm C Dm I feel that I'm paused by all the pills C I see no wrong in here Interlude: Dm C Dm C Dm On a foggy day C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Dm C I sit in a diner and the Beatles play Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Chorus 2: C Gm I'm paid up for a seven C Gm But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now Dm C Dm I feel that I'm paused by all the pills C I seem to run out here Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Verse 2: Dm C Revolving doors Dm C Dm C It's stormy on the eastern sea board Dm C He got silver up his night Chorus 3: C Gm C C He paid up for three Dm But got only two Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Dm C -Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston- Outro: -nc- Then he said Seems I was born for this Seems I was born to this -nc- Revolving doors Revolving doors
