Rehab – Here Come The Demons

(Brooks)

Yup, yup, yup…come on, come on…

What’s Up??

Throw up those hands, we back again

Thought we gone with the wind

Where the lesbians?

The booze, and the broads and the mescaline

Born to win, born to sin, where we been?

Off in the drama like a thespian

Thought we might have fallen off, guess again

Walking through Hell with a pad, a pen and a fucking grin

I ain’t scared of shit ’cause I’ve seen it all

Bounce this time like a basketball

Kill myself just to fuck wit’ch y’all

If you stay fitter than a booty call

Let’s get this party started

Run knee deep in shit with a moron

Break a bong, sing a long, doing lines till the break of dawn

Fuckin