The Pusher

You know I smoked a lot of grass, Oh Lord
 And I popped a lot of pills
 But I never did touch nothing
 That my spirit couldn't kill
 You know I see a lot of people walkin' round
 Here with tombstones in their eyes
 'Cause the pusher don't care
 Child if you live or if you die
 God damn on the pusher, yea yea
 I said God damn him
 God damn him, pusher man
 You know the dealer
 I said the dealer is a man
 With lots of love racks in his hand
 But the pusher is a monster
 Good God, oh Lord he's my natural man
 You know the dealer
 The dealer takes a nickel lord
 And sells you lots of sweet dreams
 And lord knows we need lots a sweet dreams
 But here comes the pusher
 Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
 God damn on the pusher
 I said God damn the pusher
 He's not a natural man
 You know the dealer takes a nickel
 And he sells a box of sweet dreams
 But he pusher takes your body
 He takes your body
 He takes your body
 And he leaves your mind a screen
 God damn him
 God damn him, God damn him
 God damn him, God damn the pusher
 If I were the president, hear me, of this land
 I'd declare totale war on the pusher man
 Gimme now, now
 I'd shoot him if he stands
 I'd cut him if he runs yea
 I'd kill him with my Bible
 My razor and my gun
 God damn him, God damn him
 Oh, the pusher
 God damn the pusher man