Luyện nghe bài hát Rehab

We did it all
We did it all
We did whatever we
Get our hands on in the seventies
We did handfuls of mushrooms, pills, ludes, coke
Whatever it was, we fucking swallowed it, okay?
That's what we did, go
"Well why didn't you go rehab?"

We didn't have rehab back in the
Back in the seventies rehab meant stop doing coke
But you kept pot and drinking
For a more weeks, you know?
"Yeah, give me a of Budweiser and an ounce
I slow down, Jesus Christ, I'm outta control
at the size of my pants, for Christ's sake

Because that's the big now
Rehab is the big fucking secret now, it, huh? yeah
You can do whatever you
Just go rehab and solve your problems
Isn't that the big thing?
what I'm gonna do
Yeah, I'm gonna get
Then my career starts to flag

I'm gonna go into three months fucking bender,
Coke, and fucking pot, and smack, and booze
And drive over people, and beat up my
Go into therapy, go into rehab, come rehab
Be on the of People Magazine
"Sorry! I fucked up!", That's what do, man
go into rehab and they come out
And blame everybody except themselves

They blame parents, right? That's the way
Everybody from a dysfunctional family
All of the sudden,
Rosanne comes from a dysfunctional family?
Not Rosanne, she seems so to me
The Jacksons were
Not the
people give each other new heads
For Christmas for sake

I am sick and tired of
That speech, you know?
These people come out of
always have the same story
"Well you know, I an alcoholic
Because my didn't love me enough

And then I a junkie
Because my didn't love me enough
And I into hypnosis and therapy
And I found out parents used to hit me
"Hey! My parents used to beat the living shit out of me,
And looking back on it, I'm they did
And I'm looking forward to beating the out of my kids, aren't you"?

For no reason
"What'd you hit me for?"
"Shutup and get out and mow the lawn for Christ's sake"
therapy for ya
Mowing the lawn and crying at the same
"The Leary kids in again
lawn looks great, it's unbelieveable"
God, "I'm just not happy, I'm not happy"

I'm not happy because
My didn't turn out the way
I it would
"Hey! Join the club, okay"
I I was going to be
The starting fielder for
The Red Socks
Life sucks, get a helmet, allright?

"I'm not happy, I'm not happy"
Nobody's happy,
Happiness in small doses folks
It's a cigarette, or a cookie, or a five second orgasm
That's it, okay! You cum, you eat the
You the butt, you go to sleep
You get up in the and go to fucking work, okay?
is it, end of fucking list

"I'm not happy"
the fuck up, allright?
That's the of my new book
"Shut the Fuck Up, by Denis Leary
A new form of therapy"
I'm gonna have my come in. "Doctor, I"

"Shut the up, next"
"I feel so"
"Shut the up, next"
"He me feel so much better about myself, you know?
He just told me to shut the up
And nobody had told me that before
I so much better now"

Whining maggots
And all these quitting
I think it's a thing, AA
And the recovery and
Because I've got some friends be dead
those programs, but you know something
Now got a new problem
Because now they quit drinking and

completely stressed out
And they decide to work out, which is
I'm not a workout guy, but I Nautilus
It made sense, were arm machines and leg machines
But have you these people
Who are using the
Have we turned gerbils ladies and gentlemen?

People are paying to go into a health club
And walk up invisible
Over and over again for an and a half
"Where are you going?" "I'm up and I paid for it too
I can stay as long as I want"
Folks, you wanna go up and down
Move into a fifth walk up on the lower east side, okay?
What's next? A chair master?

"I sit down. I get up, I sit
I get up, I sit dow, I get up"
The door
"I the door, I close"
the fuck?