Sage Francis - Going Back To Rehab lyrics
[Sage Francis - Going Back To Rehab lyrics]
Angel Dust, Animal Tranq, Animal
Tranquilizer, Aurora Borealis
Belladonna, Black Dust, Black Whack, Boat
Butt Naked, Fake Cannabinol
Cigarrod, CJ, Cliffhanger
Colombo, Cosmos, Crazy Coke, Crystal
Crystal t, Cyclene, Cyclones, Detroit
Pink, Devil Dust
Dippa, Donk, Drank, Dummy Dust, Elephant
Elephant
Tranquilizer, Embalmig Fluid, Energizer
Earth, Flakes, Fresh
Fry Sticks, Fuel, Gold Dust, gorilla Tab
I'm going there to give him
Cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls
I'll slip him through the crack
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 bit's 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
(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 hand off my back"
This is my passage into adulthood
And I need not
Smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot
I used to dream a lot
In search of meaning in a sleepwalk
The only time I find myself
Having a deep talk
And now I never sleep cause sleep
Is the cousin of debt
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 won't do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix of
Jesus-Juice on 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
But I also found a few spikes and I decided
To use them as pegs on my bike
So you'd have a place to stand when
I broke you out of that vice
And now I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
(going, going, back, back to
Rehab, going, going, back, back to rehab)
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 the
Dogs sniff for a powdered substance
In a town of judgments
With glass-house developments
Cookie-cutter Republican school
Book intelligence
They ain't 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 burnin'
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 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 can't match magic with an addict
That's 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
Wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises
And words that we kept
You weren't hard to find
All it took was 13 steps
And now I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I don't drink though
I'm going there to give him
Cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls
I'll slip him through the crack
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
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 bitter cold does nothing for
His brittle bones- he's shaking
Eternally put on hold
That prison phone's always taken
Put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bit's 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
Tranquilizer, Aurora Borealis
Belladonna, Black Dust, Black Whack, Boat
Butt Naked, Fake Cannabinol
Cigarrod, CJ, Cliffhanger
Colombo, Cosmos, Crazy Coke, Crystal
Crystal t, Cyclene, Cyclones, Detroit
Pink, Devil Dust
Dippa, Donk, Drank, Dummy Dust, Elephant
Elephant
Tranquilizer, Embalmig Fluid, Energizer
Earth, Flakes, Fresh
Fry Sticks, Fuel, Gold Dust, gorilla Tab
I'm going there to give him
Cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls
I'll slip him through the crack
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 bit's 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
(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 hand off my back"
This is my passage into adulthood
And I need not
Smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot
I used to dream a lot
In search of meaning in a sleepwalk
The only time I find myself
Having a deep talk
And now I never sleep cause sleep
Is the cousin of debt
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 won't do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix of
Jesus-Juice on 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
But I also found a few spikes and I decided
To use them as pegs on my bike
So you'd have a place to stand when
I broke you out of that vice
And now I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab
(going, going, back, back to rehab)
(going, going, back, back to
Rehab, going, going, back, back to rehab)
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 the
Dogs sniff for a powdered substance
In a town of judgments
With glass-house developments
Cookie-cutter Republican school
Book intelligence
They ain't 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 burnin'
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 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 can't match magic with an addict
That's 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
Wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises
And words that we kept
You weren't hard to find
All it took was 13 steps
And now I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I'm going back to rehab
I don't drink though
I'm going there to give him
Cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls
I'll slip him through the crack
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
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 bitter cold does nothing for
His brittle bones- he's shaking
Eternally put on hold
That prison phone's always taken
Put me on a speaker but
My voice is breaking up
I'd like to think he caught bit's 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