The Pusher

You know I smoked a lot of grass

Oh Lord I popped a lot of pills

But I never touched nothin'

That my spirit could kill

You know I've seen a lot of people

Walking around with tombstone in their eyes

But the pusher don't care, ah

If you live or if you die

God damn hmm the pusher

God damn hey I say the pusher

I say God damn God damn the pusherman

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man

With a lot of grass in his hand

Ah but the pusher is a monster

Good God he's not a natural man

The dealer, for a nickel Lord

He'll sell you lots of sweet dreams

Ah but the pusher'll ruin your body

Lord he'll leave... he'll leave your mind to scream

God damn ah the pusher

God damn, God damn the pusher

I said God damn God, God damn the pusherman

Well Lord if I were the president

Of this land you know I'd declare

Total war on the pusherman

I'd cut him if he stands and

I shoot him if he'd run and

I'd kill him with my bible

And my razor and my gun

God damn aww the pusher

God damn... the pusher

I said God damn, God damn the pusherman!