In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble
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but they don't fall down
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You see, the fed has got their back
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and they say it's better than crack, plus
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it keeps them mellow and passive. . .
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And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia.
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There are three around my way, and all day I
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see them straying, up the block and down the
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stairs, comin' in groups but leaving in pairs
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like suckers. With their weeks supply
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Your eye and I see you selling the elixir of life
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And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia. (2x)
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I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better
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swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye
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because the place in which you're sent
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by your liquid orange friend has kept you
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from it for so long
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And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia. (3x)
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Methadonia
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