Rehab - That Bad Lyrics
A history of stillness, a blood-line of mental illnessI'd rather be a fraud and be happy than be known as the realesttill the same dark day for my mother and my mother's motherand Brooks; I can't get out of bed but I can write hookswife's a maniac but she's the only one that's still aroundthree in the afternoon on the sunny day layin' on the groundI want to feel the way I felt when I was layin' with my dadbut I don't know if I want it that badI think about what I don't havefive days a week sad, other two just madsix in the mornin' in the back of a caband I don't know if I want it that badIt ain't non-stop to heaven there's a lay-over in helland I've been sittin' here for ten years talkin' and sayin' on the cellyou gotta be kiddin' me, I ain't signed up for thisand you wonder why Steaknife got scars on his wrist'sMy heart got a black eyesometime I get scared that I might crywhy do I pretend that I'm not shysometime all I can do is just stay highI think about what I don't havefive days a week sad, other two just madsix in the mornin' in the back of a caband I don't know if I want it that badwhat I've lost and what I've seenall in order to fulfill my dreamsthought I had to be like my dadbut I don't know if I want it that badWater-fountains to the sidewalk, talkcant to myself but I can't stopthe up and down and up and down, smilin' to a frowntown to town, same scenery, same sounddont my know skank when I wake so I sleep lateeverywhere I go Im still there I cant shakeme and my mind L.I. Ice Teas andthree or four lines and now Im finemaybe notmy head in my hands againyou know where Ive beenmy head in my hands againmy head in my hands againyou know where Ive beenmy head in my hands againmy head in my hands againdo you know where Ive beenI think about what I don't havefive days a week sad, other two just madsix in the mornin' in the back of a caband I don't know if I want it that badSun comin up and I need some sleepEyes are red and Im feeling weakI can out do you and I can out do meBut all that I really want is peacewhat I've lost and what I've seenall in order to fulfill my dreamsthought I had to be like my dadbut I don't know if I want it that badbut I don't know if I want it that badmy head in my hands againmy head in my hands again
