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 tombstones in their eyes

But the pusher don't care

Ah if you live or if you die

God damn, 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, 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, the pusher, god damn, the pusher

I said, "God damn, God damn the pusherman"