I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door   Looked out the window of the 17th floor   Talked to the city, that knows me by name   And all the bad things that I do      I shed 5 bitter tears into 5 bitter beers   Looked at my watch   And said, "Where have the years gone?   I'm wastin' away like a castle of clay   That's slowly crumblin' too"      Every Monday, I get this pain   Every Wednesday, it hits my brain   Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday   I still think of you      I was fucked up by 5, talkin' nothin' but jive   Told the bartender he'd never take me alive   All of this because my favorite show   Was canceled last night on TV      So I called up Marie, she has sex for free   But for ten bucks an hour, she'd listen to me   Talk about rock stars and models on dope   And why I can't cope with this scene      Every Monday, I get this pain   Every Wednesday, it hits my brain   Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday   I still think of you      Every Monday, I get this pain   Every Wednesday, it hits my brain   Every Friday I die, 'cause everyday   I still think of you      Talk like you, eat like you   Breathe like you, sleep like you   Everyday I still want you