Going Back To Rehab
Francis Sage Lyrics
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I'm going there to give him cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls, I'll slip him through the crack.
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been, I ain't been allowed to visit, and I miss him.
They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole.
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack--he's getting old.
Always put on hold, that prison phone's always taken
They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up.
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut.
Raise it up!
Somebody cover me, I'm going in, with razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within
Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything, but I've been doing the best that I can. (that I can)
I take it day by day, just one step at a time, and I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line
Walking on this tightrope with arms open wide, hoping to find you live and well on the other side
So I could give you this gift as a symbol
When I felt the rope loosen, I knew I missed my window
He really did love you, you know I said "Get your fucking hand off my back"
This is my passage into adulthood and I need not
Smalltalk fingers fishing from a weak spot. I used to dream a lot
In search for meaning in a sleepwalk
The only time I find myself having a deep talk
But now I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
One can never rest depending on how up the drugs get
Upset, submit me to a blood test
Find no trace of my words reverting back to... wait, that wasn't what I meant
My right eye is sunrise, the left is sunset, the moonshine ain't got me drunk yet
My tongue's wet for the lunar eclipse, and when you're flat broke ain't nothing you won't do for a fix
It's a beautiful mix of Jesus-Juice on my lips
And words that are stuck so I stirred 'em up with a crucifix
And this is where I found a friend in Christ
But I also found a few spikes and I decided to use them as pegs on my bike
So you'd have a place to stand when I broke you out of that vice
And now I'm going back to rehab. (going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back to rehab... (going, going, back, back to rehab)
(going, going, back, back to rehab) (going, going, back, back to rehab)
I'm going back as a Dead-Again Christian, with a medicine prescription
Yeah I'm a friend of Bill! Let-let-let me in!
Get me outta this!
Hooked up to plugs and wires while the dogs sniff for a powdered substance
In a town of judgments with glass-house developments
Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence
They ain't never considered how just one rock,
Could crack the whole facade, now they call the ski slingshots
I will not meditate on the sermon
Heaven's gate is burnin', so we self-medicate with bourbon
While their collection plate gets turned into a purse
I've turned into a second-rate person, but I'm not the first
This isn't your typical cry for help
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with a +Bible belt+
Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods
Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God
You can't match magic with an addict that's got a mapping compass
In order to find a substance and matchstick that functions
A searching and fearless immoral inventory
'Til every person with a story begins to bore me
I did what I had to do to get
To the place where your face wasn't such a blurry mess
I packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept,
You weren't hard to find, all it took was 13 steps.
And now I'm going back to rehab...
I'm going back to rehab...
I'm going back to rehab...
I'm going back to rehab... I don't drink though
I'm going there to give him cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
If I can't tear down these walls, I'll slip him through the crack.
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been, I ain't been allowed to visit, and I miss him.
Put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole.
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack--he's getting old.
This bitter cold does nothing for his brittle bones--he's shaking.
Eternally put on hold, that prison phone's always taken
Put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up.
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut.
Raise it up!
Somebody cover me, I'm going in, with razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within.
Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything, but I've been doing the best that I can.
I take it day by day, just one step at a time, and I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line.
[continue alphabetical list of drug streetnames]
The song "Going Back To Rehab" by Francis Sage is a powerful and emotional exploration of addiction and the struggles that come with it. The song begins with a list of drug street names, indicating the singer's familiarity with the subject matter. The lyrics detail the singer's journey to visit a loved one in rehab, and their desire to help them through their recovery. The singer talks about their own struggles with addiction and the realization that they too need to go back to rehab. The lyrics also touch on themes such as faith, the criminal justice system, and social stigma.
The chorus repeats the line "I'm going back to rehab" several times. This repetition emphasizes the importance of seeking help and getting the necessary support for addiction recovery. The singer acknowledges that being in recovery is a day-by-day process that requires a lot of effort and determination. They also recognize that addiction is a complex issue with many factors involved, and that there is no easy fix.
The lyrics also touch on the criminal justice system and its impact on those struggling with addiction. The singer talks about their loved one being in a "living in a hole" and being "eternally put on hold" due to being incarcerated. The song criticizes the judgmental attitudes of society towards those in recovery, particularly the idea of the addict as a "second-rate person." The song suggests that addiction is a human issue that requires compassion and understanding.
Overall, "Going Back To Rehab" is a powerful and emotionally charged song that explores the personal and societal struggles of addiction and recovery.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm going there to give him cash, hear him laugh, bring him back
I'm going to rehab to visit my friend, bring him some financial help, and hopefully lift his spirits.
If I can't tear down these walls, I'll slip him through the crack.
If the barriers in rehab are too strong for me to break, I'll find a way to sneak my friend out and get him the help he needs.
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
If the escape route isn't possible, I'll intentionally get myself admitted to rehab with my friend so I can be with him and support him through his recovery.
Where he's been, I ain't been allowed to visit, and I miss him.
I haven't been able to see my friend because of the strict visitation rules in rehab, and I really miss him and want to be there for him.
They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole.
The rehab facility has strict rules and regulations, and my friend is confined to a small living space like a prisoner.
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack--he's getting old.
Give me some leeway to try and help my friend even though he's getting older and his addiction has taken a toll on his health.
This bitter cold does nothing for his brittle bones--he's shaking.
My friend is physically suffering from withdrawal symptoms, and the cold weather is making it even worse.
Eternally put on hold, that prison phone's always taken
It's difficult to communicate with my friend in rehab as the phone lines are always busy, making it seem like he's in jail.
Put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up.
Even when I do get through, it's hard to talk to my friend as the artist system is poor and makes it difficult to hear each other clearly.
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut.
I hope my friend was able to hear some of what I said before our conversation got cut off due to the end of visiting hours.
Somebody cover me, I'm going in, with razor cuts, and something ugly that I know within.
I'm mentally and emotionally preparing myself to enter the rehab facility and confront the difficult reality of my friend's addiction.
Can't afford the luxury of exposing everything, but I've been doing the best that I can.
I can't openly share all of my struggles and emotions with others, but I'm doing my best to support my friend and be there for him.
I take it day by day, just one step at a time, and I don't need a sobriety test to walk the line.
I'm taking my own journey of recovery one day at a time, and I don't need anyone else to verify my sobriety - I know that I'm doing my best to support my friend without turning to drugs myself.
I'm going back as a Dead-Again Christian, with a medicine prescription
I'm returning to rehab as a Christian who has relapsed, but this time I'm also being treated with medication to help my addiction.
Yeah I'm a friend of Bill! Let-let-let me in!
I am familiar with the teachings of Bill Wilson, founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, and I hope to use these lessons to help myself and my friend in rehab.
Get me outta this!
I'm desperate to escape the cycle of addiction and want to get out of rehab for good.
Hooked up to plugs and wires while the dogs sniff for a powdered substance
Being in rehab feels like being hooked up to machines and constantly monitored for any signs of drug use - even dogs are brought in to sniff out any hidden contraband.
In a town of judgments with glass-house developments
The rehab facility is located in an area where everyone is quick to judge others and their problems, despite their own flaws and vulnerabilities.
Cookie-cutter Republican school-book intelligence
People in this town all think the same and have the same narrow-minded views on addiction and recovery.
They ain't never considered how just one rock, Could crack the whole facade, now they call the ski slingshots
People in this town have never experienced addiction and don't understand how just one hit of a drug can break down a person's entire life and trigger a relapse.
I will not meditate on the sermon
I won't just blindly follow the teachings and advice of others without thinking critically about what is best for me and my friend.
Heaven's gate is burnin', so we self-medicate with bourbon
We're all searching for a way to cope with the struggles of life and the fear of death, and some people turn to alcohol and drugs to self-medicate.
While their collection plate gets turned into a purse I've turned into a second-rate person, but I'm not the first
While religious institutions and organizations profit off people's struggles and addictions, I have fallen to a low point, but I know I'm not the first person to struggle with these issues.
This isn't your typical cry for help
My struggles and emotions are unique and complex, and I won't just ask for help and expect others to solve my problems for me.
I tried to melt, but someone stopped the trickling with a +Bible belt+
I tried to let go of my emotional pain and let it out, but someone (likely with strict religious beliefs) silenced me and told me to just pray and read the Bible instead of working through my trauma.
Reminded me of tourniquets and heroin nods Now that, that right there, that's one hell of a God
Being forced to suppress my emotions and struggles instead of working through them feels like tying a tourniquet too tightly - and it's not a healthy or helpful way to deal with trauma. This is not the kind of God I believe in.
You can't match magic with an addict that's got a mapping compass
Addicts have a talent for finding drugs and other substances no matter what the situation, making it nearly impossible to stop them without a comprehensive approach to rehabilitation.
In order to find a substance and matchstick that functions
People struggling with addiction will go to great lengths to find drugs and other addictive substances that work for them, even if it means harming themselves in the process.
A searching and fearless immoral inventory 'Til every person with a story begins to bore me
Through self-examination, people in rehab need to confront their deepest fears and flaws in order to make progress. However, hearing similar stories from others can become boring or repetitive.
I did what I had to do to get To the place where your face wasn't such a blurry mess
I had to take drastic actions (likely referring to getting sober) in order to reach a point where I could see my friend's face clearly without the haze of addiction blocking my vision.
I packed all your favorite promises and words that we kept, You weren't hard to find, all it took was 13 steps.
I brought with me all of the promises and memories I had made with my friend in the past, and it only took a short walk of 13 steps to find him in rehab - but the journey to recovery will be much longer.
Contributed by Benjamin I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.