[Intro - full band crashes in]
[Guitar feedback]
[Drum count]
ONE!
TWO!
ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR!
[Verse 1]
I spent all week
being told:
“Sit straight.”
“Talk nice.”
“Don’t touch that.”
“Think twice.”
My boss says:
“Smile more.”
My teacher used to say:
“Calm down.”
Everybody’s got
a little instruction
for how I’m supposed
to move around.
Well—
I got one
for everybody else.
[Chorus]
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
LET THE NIGHT COME IN!
TURN THAT AMP UP
TILL THE WINDOWS GIVE IN!
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
I’VE BEEN GOOD ALL WEEK!
TONIGHT I DON’T WANNA
HEAR MYSELF THINK!
HEY!
HEY!
KICK IT OPEN!
[Verse 2]
My neighbor bangs
on the ceiling.
Wrong direction,
but nice try.
Someone killed
the hallway light.
Nobody knows why.
Jimmy brought
a broken guitar.
Still got three strings.
Good enough.
Mary hits
the tambourine
like she’s personally
angry at it.
Perfect.
The drummer missed
the whole second verse.
Nobody cared.
He found us again
at the chorus.
That’s friendship.
[Chorus]
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
LET THE NIGHT COME IN!
TURN THAT AMP UP
TILL THE WINDOWS GIVE IN!
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
I’VE BEEN GOOD ALL WEEK!
TONIGHT I DON’T WANNA
HEAR MYSELF THINK!
HEY!
HEY!
KICK IT OPEN!
[Break]
[Cheap organ riff]
[Fuzz guitar answers]
[Sax squeal]
[Vocal]
Too clean!
[Guitar gets dirtier]
Better!
[Verse 3]
Somebody says:
“This band is terrible.”
Maybe.
But they’re still here.
Standing right in front
with both feet
moving.
That’s enough.
I don’t need perfect.
Perfect never made
the floor shake.
Give me one chord
played too hard.
Give me a voice
that cracks.
Give me a drum kit
one hit away
from falling apart.
Give me noise
that still feels alive.
[Final Chorus]
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
LET THE WHOLE BLOCK KNOW!
WE GOT THREE BAD CHORDS
AND NOWHERE TO GO!
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
MAKE THE CHEAP AMP SCREAM!
IF IT SOUNDS TOO GOOD...
SOMEBODY RUIN THE MIX!
HEY!
HEY!
LOUDER!
HEY!
HEY!
UGLIER!
KICK THE DOOR OPEN!
[Outro]
[Band crashes on one chord]
[Feedback]
Someone outside:
“TURN IT DOWN!”
[Small pause]
[Vocal]
No.
[Final guitar hit]
