(alphabetically listed drugs, fade to verse)      I'm going there to give him cash,   Hear him laugh bring him back   If I cant tear down these walls   I'll slip in 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   It's cold, there's 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   'fore the gates could 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   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 a lot   In search for 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 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 tounge'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   But 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 I'm going back to rehab      I'm going back to rehab   I'm going back to rehabback to back..going back to rehab...I dont 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 judgements   With glass house developments   Cookie-cutter Republican   School-book intelligence   They 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 players   Turn 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, 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 map and 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   Going back to rehab   Going back to rehab   huh, I don't drink though      Going there to give him cash,   Hear him laugh bring him back   If I cant tear down these walls   I'll slip in 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, there's 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   Like to think he caught bits and pieces   'fore the gates could shut   RAISE IT UP   Somebody cover me, I'm going in,   With razor cuts,   Something ugly that I know within      Can't afford the luxury   Of exposing everything   But I'm 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      (continued alphabetical list of drugs)