17th Street Treatment Centre Lyrics - John K. Samson

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 sunglasses 

So no one can see at my eyes 

Here for three weeks, or here for forever 

Here at the 17th Street Treatment Center 

Most of us probably not getting better 

But not getting better, together