Doorman

Doorman Behind everybody's door Waiting for you to let him in Sitting in the saddle of a Swedish horse Engaging in a virtual intercourse Despite everything that he said He's holding out for a better plan instead Although it backfires He continues to admire The laughing and applause he acquires But you can tell he is a bad liar No matter if their words are double-edged As long as it secures that the doors are wedged Even slightly open Doorman Behind everybody's door Waiting for you to let him in Doorman Knock, knock, knocking, knuckles sore The alcohol will start to kick in Lying at the bottom of a worn-out bunk Doing nothing if it doesn't involve being drunk But he never loses the sight of your door Believing things are like they were before I think it's a bad thing That he started to see us distracting Without visualizing the grand scheme He fell for the ones who're just acting If all the plans he had have fallen short You know you're gonna be his last resort But my doorbell's broken Doorman Behind everybody's door Waiting for you to let him in Doorman Knock, kock, knocking, knuckles sore The alcohol will start to kick in What about the invitation You sent him two months ago Cold drinks in refrigerator Defending the status quo Can you feel it in the air The holidays are coming You know he will be there Where the cool kids are tonguing Doorman We're mad if you're not coming Doorman We're glad to hear you're coming