Fuck Day Six
When I pissed a perfect rainbow
And aced every drug screen
I needed help so I called up this skinhead
Lisa Brownlie's old boyfriend, Noah Levine
He had a place against the stream and he's a punk from Santa Cruz
A Buddhist with a Jewish name, how could I ever lose?
He'd give me a bro rate and a triple AAA discount
If I checked in to his mansion and paid the right amount
Getting clean in seven days sounded pretty good
In a gentrified hipster neighborhood
They told me my addiction wouldn't be too hard to fix
What they didn't tell me was about day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
The guy who searched through all my things was that producer, Jim Goodwyn
I giggled 'cause he missed my two-milligram strip of Suboxone
He said, "This isn't funny Big Mike, this is serious detox"
I said, "I'm laughing because your hand was inside one of my jerk off socks"
My semi-private room smelled like rubbing alcohol
So, I wore a leather blindfold and a latex camisole
Two days later, when I woke up, I was in such a good mood
'Cause I was three days clean and on Tuesday nights, they serve Mexican food
I never tried to quit drugs or hang out with Buddha before
But after four or five days, I had no urge to score
I thought I kicked ass on the narcotics
But then I woke up as a toilet on day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Fuck day six
Day six can suck my dicks