Sage Francis - Going Back to Rehab lyrics

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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 brittle 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 fucking hands 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 a lot

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 blood test

Find no trace of my words reverting back to...wait, that wasn't 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 you''re 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 ride when I broke you out of that vice

And now I'm 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, the other 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 judgments with glass house development

Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence

They ain't never considered how just one rock, could crack the whole facade now they call the ski slingshots

I will not meditate on the sermon

Heaven's gate is burning so we self-medicate with bourbon

While their collection players turn into a person

I've turned into a second rate person, but I'm not the first

This isn't 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 that's got a mapping compass

In order to find a substance and match dick 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 wasn't such a blurry mess

I took all our favorite promises and dreams that we kept,

You weren't hard to find, all it took was 13 steps