Torture Behind the Door Songtext

von Tommy Tokyo

Waiting for the doctor
The radio is on
Elevator music
Filters all gone

Old an young
Sitting in line
Waiting for the righteous
The unbent spine

Try to block it out
But the volume's too loud
Feel like I'm a product
Made in the shroud

Dying every minute
Dying like a fool
Dying to the rhytm of
The democratic rule

Can we ask for more?
(Yes, we can, yes, we can)
It's torture behind the door

I hope to live again another day
And I'll aim for the silence if I can
Cause I'm not a make-over man

Twenty years of schooling going down the drain
The waiting room is prepped for the easy or the insane
The weak and the weaker
Shakin' it up
While you are sitting but smart
On your mountain top

... schemes are scattered everywhere
I used to be sick, but now I'm dying here
My soul is beaten too a bloody pawn
While you conduct the soul to have it's dying dome

Can we ask for more?
(Yes, we can, yes, we can)
It's torture behind the door

I hope to live again another day
And I'll aim for the silence if I can
Cause I'm not a make-over man

I'm not a make-over man
I'm not a make-oover man