You know I've smoked a lot of grass
O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill
I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
No no, if you live or if you die
I say, God damn the pusher
I say, God damn, buddy
God damn the pusher, man
God damn the pusher
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With a lot of grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Lord, he's not, he's not a natural man
The dealer, for a nickel he will sell you lots, lots, lots of sweet dreams
But the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your
He'll leave your mind to scream
I say, God damn, God damn the pusher
I say, I say, I say, God damn, God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher
Well, if I were the president of this nation
You know, I'd declare a total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him where he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd run
Yeah, I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun
God damn, God damn the pusher
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say
God damn, God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher
