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 [bad word] on the pusher, yea yea
I said God [bad word] him
God [bad word] 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 [bad word] the pusher
Takes your body and leaves your mind a screen
God [bad word] on the pusher
I said God [bad word] 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 [bad word] him
God [bad word] him, God [bad word] him
God [bad word] him, God [bad word] 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 [bad word] yea
I'd kill him with my Bible
My razor and my gun
God [bad word] him, God [bad word] him
Oh, the pusher
God [bad word] the pusher man