The first stage is shock
rage would come next
a security guard waits at my desk
with a cardboard box and my last paycheck
I feel his eyes on me, watching my every step
and the rest of the office is silent
people trying to hold back thoughts of violence,
because they've got boxes too
(well most of us do
because we're not the fortunate few,
who figured they might last
by kissing the right ass
the minute you walk passed
they stick in the knife fast
and slip away like rats under subway tracks
as last week's stars become Monday's trash
On the mundane path
it's survival of the fittest, right?
They pick and choose and tell you it's strictly business, right?
you're left to wonder what it's all been for--
well that's life in the revolving door.

All I meant to you
is suddenly so clear
and all I ever wanted to do
is prove that I was here
Now, they throw me out into the cold
and it's out with the old.

Katie always thought she was playing it right
She never missed a day in her life
and stayed late every night
but what did Katie get for paying the price?
An empty handshake to be nice.
Now, Bill is 58
he's been here from the gate
now he's putting all his things into a crate
while a young fresh face
waits to take his place
but nah, they don't discriminate based on age
and then there's Fred....they just fired him
40 years to the day they hired him
and not to mention
the bank lost the pension-
nothing waiting for him as he faces retirement
It's a shady environment, not a place for the noble
some: they go quietly, some: they go postal
Now Fred's back and he's armed for war--
well that's life in the Revolving Door.

All I meant to you
is suddenly so clear
and all I ever wanted to do
is prove that I was here
Now, they throw me out into the cold
and it's out with the old.

No champagne popped or
brand name watch for
the years you devoted to the man on the top floor.
You get a box marked "anonymous"
and drowning in a sea of false promises
you see it's all politics.
Our leaders need a better way to treat us
instead they leave us praying on a better day to greet us.
Every day people beaten down to submission
by a system
orchestrated from the ground to deceive us.
Look what they feed us:
a little bit of rope
just enough reason to hope
until we're beaten and broke-down
too blind to see through the smoke
until that morning when they need us to go.
And as they break out the ax
my boss gives me a pat
as if sympathy can bring my dignity back
but there's no victory laps here
one call and your--
escorted out the revolving door.

All I meant to you
is suddenly so clear
and all I ever wanted to do
is prove that I was here
Now, they throw me out into the cold
and it's out with the old.