17th Street Treatment Centre

[Verse 1]

On the twenty-first day, the sun didn't hate me

The food wasn't angry, the bed didn't sigh

The ceiling said it's possible I might get my looks back

On the twenty-first day of my stay here

[Verse 2]

On the twenty-first day, I danced to the twelve-step

Examined, admitted I'm powerless too

Sang the one about the spring the cat ran away

On the twenty-first day of my court-ordered stay here

[Verse 3]

The punk and the priest and the real estate agent

The girl with no teeth and the shaky Marine

The Serbian Deadhead who wears his sunglasses

"So no one can see at my eyes"

[Verse 4]

In for three weeks or in for forever

Here at the 17th Street Treatment Centre

Most of us probably not getting better

But not getting better together