Cuban Cigar Crisis. Sourpuss. Outside. Zeneszám

I'm tired of your
rhetoric

Do you want me to
die in here

I'm inside a tall
building

Running from room to room
familiar faces

===CHORUS===
Just let me outside

Stuck in the
elevator

eating left-
overs off a cart

Locked doors keeping
me out

Lust calling
me in

(Thanks to Charles for these lyrics)