Cindy's on Methadone - Screeching Weasel

Cindy’s on methadone, she’s through with the syringe

Cindy’s on methadone, she’s off on heroin

Cindy is doing well, we’re glad to have her home

She slept in vomit now, she sleep on methadone but she

Stopped ripping off her neighbors

Stopped taking change from strangers

Stopped shooting needles full of dreams into her arms

Cindy’s on methadone, we see it in her eyes

Sounds so much better, but it’s just another high

But she stopped calling at three thirty

Stopped looking thin and dirty

Stopped screaming bloody murder when she got cut off

So why don’t you

Stop with your fake solutions

Stop covering up the truth and

Stop trying to make things smooth and

Stop acting like she’s stupid

Cindy’s on methadone

Cindy’s on methadone

Cindy’s on methadone

Cindy’s on methadone