When I pissed a perfect rainbow And aced every drug screen I needed help so I called up this skinhead Lisa Brownley's old boyfriend, Noah Levine He had a place against the stream And he is a punk from Santa Cruz A Buddhist with a Jewish name How could I ever lose? He'd give me a bro rate at a triple A-A-A discount If I checked into 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 a producer Jim Goodwin 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 'cause 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 served 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