You know I smoked a lot of grass
Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
That my spirit couldn't kill
You know I've seen a lot of people walking 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
If you live -- or if you die
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! The pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With a lump of grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ahbut the pusher will ruin your body;
Lord he'll leave your mind to scream
God Damn! The pusher
God Damn! God damn the pusher
I said God Damn! God damn the pusher man
Well now if I were the president of this land
You know I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he 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 pusher man!