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Now, don't be a doubter and don't be a cynic
All I ever need is a ride to the clinic
How does this sweat keep coming out of my head?
It's like a number two pencil with a little extra lead
This is such a nice and well-made car
90 miles to Jacksonville don't seem so far
I've been up all night, I can tell you all the news
Methadone, Methadone, Methadone blues
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Now, I don't like the looks of my latest dealer
Starch white lab coat, socialistic healer
Totally neat and totally clean
I went up four mile, now I'm back down three
Feelin' so much better, clear-headed, and fluent
Now that the weeks got a little structure to it
If we need gas money, I sell what I don't use
Methadone, Methadone, Methadone blues
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I keep my phone on, baby
And I keep my robe on, baby
And I keep the stones on singin', I keep it twilight
You got the reigns on me
You got me part way free
You got me half way right
Yeah, you know where I am at night
Look at these fools, it's like a welfare line
Good thing, being a junkie ain't no crime
Now don't get them and me confused
Methadone, Methadone, Methadone blues
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
And if we keep showin' up, well, we'll be on the winning streak
Don't have to drive every day, they'll hook us up by the week
Trust is such a fleeting and necessary thing
I know living without it and the trouble it can bring
Nothing as hot as 95 in the summer
That guy over there, he a famous rock drummer
'Bout died of H1N1 flu
Methadone, Methadone, Methadone Blues
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I keep my phone on, baby
And I keep my robe on, baby
And I keep the stones on singin', I keep it twilight
You got the reigns on me
You got me part way free
You got me half way right
Yeah, you know where I am at night
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