In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble

but they don't fall down

You see, the fed has got their back

and they say it's better than crack, plus

it keeps them mellow and passive. . .



And takes them to the land of Methadonia.



There are three around my way, all day I

see them stray, up the block and down the

stairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairs

like suckers. With their weeks supply

I and I see them selling the elixir of life



And takes them to the land of Methadonia.



I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better

swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye

because the place in which you're sent

by your liquid orange friend has kept you

from it for so long



And takes them to the land of Methadonia


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