Luyện nghe bài hát Rehab

We did it all
We did it all
We did we could
Get our hands on in the seventies
We did handfuls of mushrooms, pills, ludes, coke
Whatever it was, we just fucking swallowed it,
what we did, people go
"Well why you go into rehab?"

We have rehab back in the seventies
Back in the seventies rehab you'd stop doing coke
But you kept smoking pot and
For a couple more weeks, you
"Yeah, give me a case of and an ounce
I gotta slow down, Christ, I'm outta control
Look at the size of my pants, for sake

Because the big thing now
is the big fucking secret now, isn't it, huh? yeah
You can do whatever you
go into rehab and solve your problems
Isn't the big celebrity thing?
That's I'm gonna do
Yeah, I'm get famous
Then when my career to flag

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

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

I am sick and of hearing
That speech, you know?
people come out of rehab
They always have the same
"Well you know, I became an
Because my parents didn't love me

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

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

I'm just not happy
My life turn out the way
I thought it
"Hey! Join the club, okay"
I I was going to be
The center fielder for
The Boston Red
Life sucks, get a fucking helmet,

"I'm not happy, I'm not happy"
happy, okay?
Happiness in small doses folks
It's a cigarette, or a cookie, or a five second orgasm
it, okay! You cum, you eat the cookie
You smoke the butt, you go to
You get up in the morning and go to work, okay?
That is it, end of 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 my patients come in. "Doctor, I"

"Shut the up, next"
"I don't so"
"Shut the up, next"
"He made me so much better about myself, you know?
He told me to shut the fuck up
And nobody had ever told me that
I feel so better now"

Whining maggots
And all people quitting
I think a good thing, AA
And the recovery and
Because I've got some friends who'd be
Without programs, but you know something
Now got a new problem
Because now they quit drinking and

They're stressed out
And they to work out, which is fine
I'm not a guy, but I understood Nautilus
It made sense, there were arm and leg machines
But you seen these people
Who are the stair-master?
Have we turned into gerbils and gentlemen?

People are paying money to go into a club
And walk up steps
Over and over again for an hour and a
"Where are you going?" "I'm going up and I for it too
I can stay as long as I want"
Folks, you wanna go up and stairs
Move a fifth floor 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 master
"I the door, I close"
the fuck?