we get 'em in here , sick as dogs , stoned , their bodies and brains cooked on crack , malnourished , even starving , skin rashes , hair falling out , the sickest junkies d.c. can produce , and we fatten 'em up , dry 'em out , lock 'em down in basic training where they 're up at six a.m. scrubbing their rooms and waiting on inspection , breakfast at six-thirty , then nonstop brainwashing from a tough group of counselors who 've all been exactly where they 've been , no bullshit , pardon my language , do n't even try to con us because we 're all cons ourselves .