Going Back To Rehab Lyrics

I'm going there to give 'em cash, hear 'em laugh bring
'em back
If i cant tear down these walls I'll slip 'em through
the cracks
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get
committed
Where he's been I ain't been allowed to visit, and I
miss him
They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a
hole
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack he's
getting old
This cold does nothing for his bones, he's shaking
Always put on hold that prison phone's always taken
They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the
gates got shut
RAISE IT UP
Somebody cover me, I'm going in
With razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within
Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything
But I've been doing the best that I can
I take it day by day, just one step at a time
And I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line
Walking on this tightrope with arms open wide
hoping to find you live and well on the other side
So I could give you this gift as a symbol
When I felt the rope loosen, I knew i missed my window
He really did love you, you know.. pat pat..
I said 'Get your f*cking hand off my back
This is my passage into adulthood and I need not
Small talk fingers fishing from a weak spot
I used to dream alot, in search for meaning in a
sleepwalk
The only time I find myself having a deep talk
But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of
death
One can never rest depending on how up the drugs get
Upset, submit me to a bloodtest
Find no trace of my words reverting back to...wait,
that wasnt what I meant
My right eye is sunrise, the left is sunset
The moonshine ain't got me drunk yet
My tongue's wet for the lunar eclipse
And when youre flat broke ain't nothing you wont do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix of Jesus-Juice from my lips
And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a
crucifix
And this is where I found a friend in Christ
I also found a few spikes and I decided to use them as
pegs on my bike
So you could have a place to stand when I broke you out
of that vice
And now im going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab, back to back
Going back to rehab, I don't drink though
I'm going back as a dead again Christian
With a medicine prescription
Yeah I'm a friend of Bill, let, let, let me in
Get me outta this
Hooked up to plugs and wires while dogs sniff for a
powdered substance
In a town of judgements with glass house development
Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence
They aint never considered how just one rock
Could crack the whole facade now they confiscate
slingshots
I will not meditate on the sermon
Heaven's gate is burning so we self-medicate with
bourbon
While their collection plate gets turned into a purse
I've turned into a second rate person, but I'm not the
first
This isnt your typical cry for help
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with
a bible belt
Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods
Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God
You cant match magic with an addict thats got a mapping
compass
In order to find a substance and matchstick that
functions
A searching and fearless immoral inventory
'Til every person with a story begins to bore me
I did what i had to do to get
To the place where your face wasnt such a blurry mess
I took all our favorite promises and words that we kept
You werent hard to find, all it took was 13 steps

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