Rehab

For far too long the practice of psychiatry
 Has prospered on mending society's wrong
 To cure a freak who don't belong
 It's all a bunch of lies
 Rooted at shuffling addictions around
 Distorting people's minds
 Complicating from those divine
 Tell me what's the problem, I have a cure for you
 There's nothing a prescription can undo
 You must sit and trust me, I can feel your pain
 Correcting the lithium deficiency
 In your brain with pills
 You're mad all the time
 Sedated, now you'll be fine
 Getting stoned, getting stoned
 'Cause I'm distorted from taking drugs
 Designed to help me regain my mind
 To rid the depression, I periodically endure
 I'm not right, but was better than when I came here
 Through getting stoned
 I perceive all the injections
 The scars that remain
 The needle tracks that stain the veins
 Rehab is a joke to me
 A strung out junkie needs to be set free
 Methadone clinics just won't help
 How do you rehabilitate a serial killer
 Who longs to kill, but is addicted to brutal sex?
 That's a sick addition in itself
 How do you cure obesity?
 A transient drunk? Anaclisis?
 Manic depressive psychosis?
 Over-active sex drives?
 Anorexia nervosa? Control freaks?
 Self-destructive humans? World hunger?
 Living here in torment
 It's disturbing
 It's quite contagious
 You'll diagnose
 Born deficient, comatose
 I'm a special doctor
 You don't know me
 As long as I get my money
 I've got a degree In worldly nothings
 Fine upstanding yuppie
 But I care only for cash
 For far too long
 Authority made them strong
 Rehabilitation does not work
 Because crime is high
 Rape has gone up
 So has the tension
 While psychiatrists get rich
 Feeding on the nation's insecurites
 Performing mental blasphemy as they please
 A prescription will set you free or taint your soul
 Will false hope
 Rehab is for quitters
 Who's right to say
 What is wrong or right?
 Desire consumes you are what you are
 And no one can change that stupid fact
 Molester or strung out on crack
 Rehab can only change
 Those who will be changed
 It shifts the color of addiction
 To something of the same
 Making the monkey go away
 Replacing him with a chimp
 Can't stop thinking
 About those cigarettes
 Crawl beneath the skin
 Like the man who tried to quit shooting after 25 years
 Decided to put the needle down
 And found he could no longer live
 So he tried a little bit
 No longer exists
 Death is the pain killer