You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it.
I cannot let you inside my cell for fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down.

Our hell ends every weekend
But it's all I have to believe in.
[x2]

Matt makes his murderous demand: foreign films.
I take a stand and it's all uphill from here (at least I hope so).
Kate claims she can't depend on me for anything and I agree
It's crystal clear.
I reach for the bottle and disappear.

Our hell ends every weekend
But it's all I have to believe in.
[x2]

Frank fails to see the humor in my sad attempts at breakdancing
in every bar along Lyndale Avenue.
Liz likes to liquor up my thoughts from the C.C. Club to the Triple Rock
There's no escape from the chorus of people screaming:

You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it.
I cannot let you inside my cell for fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down.

Our hell ends every weekend
But it's all I have to believe in.

Our hell ends every weekend
But it's all I have to believe in.

I'll swim backwards [x6].
I'll swim alone the long goodbye.

You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it.
I cannot let you inside my cell for fear i'll sink the ship and drag us both down.