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In methadonia, they weeble and they wobblebut they don't fall down
You see, the fed has got their backand they say it's better than crack, plusit keeps them mellow and passive. . .
And takes them to the land of Methadonia.
There are three around my way, all day Isee them stray, up the block and down thestairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairslike 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 betterswoop before I do, some jammies in your eyebecause the place in which you're sentby your liquid orange friend has kept youfrom it for so long
And takes them to the land of Methadonia
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