John K. Samson - 17th st treatment centre

On the t^Gwenty-first day, the ^Asun didn't hate me The ^Gfood wasn't angry, the ^Dbed didn't sigh The ^Gceiling said it's p^Aossible I ^Emight get my ^Clooks back On the^G twenty-first d^Aay of my stay here

On the^G twenty-first day, I d^Aanced to the twelve-step E^Gxamined, a^Ddmitted I'm powerless too Sang t^Ghe one a^About the spring t^Ehe cat ran a^Cway On the ^Gtwenty-first day of my ^Acourt-ordered stay here

The ^Gpunk and the ^Apriest and the ^Greal estate ^Dagent The ^Ggirl with no ^Ateeth and the ^Gshaky ^DMarine The ^GSerbian ^ADeadhead who ^Gwears his ^Dsunglasses "S^Eo no one can ^Csee at my eyes"

^GIn for t^Ahree weeks or ^Gin for ^Dforever ^GHere at the ^A17th ^GStreet Treatment ^DCentre ^GMost of us ^Aprobably not g^Getting ^Dbetter But ^Enot getting ^Cbetter together