John K. Samson - 17th Street Treatment Centre lyrics

On the 21st 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 21st day of my stay here On the 21st 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 21st day of my court-ordered stay, here 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 sungla**es So no one can see at my eyes In for three weeks, or in for forever Here at the 17th Street Treatment Center Most of us probably not getting better But not getting better, together