Paroles: Fun Lovin Criminals. Come Find Yourself. Methadonia.

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
The land of Methadonia

There are three around my way
And all day I see them straying
Up the block and down the stairs
Comin' in groups but leaving in pairs
Like suckers with their weeks supply
Your eye and I see you selling the elixir of life

And takes them to the land
The land of Methadonia
And takes them to the land
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
The land of Methadonia
And takes them to the land
The land of Methadonia

And takes them all fucking to the land
The land of Methadonia