Rehabilitation Centre
The rehabilitation centre, hot coals before you'd enter
The rehabilitation centre, they had to drag you
It's a long haul back if you really mean it
It's a long haul back if you really mean it
In this secluded suburban hide away
Stew in a granny-like annex day after day
We'll prize you like a limpet out of your shell
with a daily barrage of rhetorical hell
Deep soul renovation
Sit in a circle, realise your true reflection
We'll drag you back screaming from sobriety
Be prepared for lifes most arduous journey
At the rehabilitation centre
Look to yourself and find your chief tormenter
We'll prize you like a limpet out of your shell
This is your life without Eamon Andrews
It's a full rounds slog on a plastic seat
Your life so far dismantled at this no frills retreat
You've never felt so sick to the pit of your gut
Now you've the chance to slam so many metaphorical open doors shut
So many off the cuff remarks, they never cut so deep
So many bottled emotions you thought you'd always keep
Tonight I dream of medicinal sleep
Tonight I dream of medicinal sleep
Tonight I dream
Eddie Waring he didn't pull through
Sedation aside there was nothing we could do
Eddie Waring he didn't pull through
We don't condescend, we don't intend to patronise
We can tell by your aggression you are telling us lies
You can never really tell which planet you're on
At ease with the world or in the land of the mong
The rehabilitation centre
The rehabilitation centre
MtM 1997