Текст: Screeching Weasel. My Brain Hurts. Cindy's On Methadone.

Cindy's on methadone
she's through with the syringe
Cindy's on methadone
she's off on heroin
Cindy's on methadone
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
she stopped calling at three thirty
stopped looking thin and dirty
stopped screaming bloody murder
when she got cut off
Why don't you stop with
your fake solutions
stop covering up the truth and
stop trying to make things
smooth and stop acting