You know I've smoked a lot of grass
Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
I know 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
If you live or if you die
God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
But the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel, Lord
Will sell you lots of sweet dreams
But the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your mind to scream
God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher
God damn the pusher man
Well, now if I were the president of this land
I'd declare total war on the pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands and I'd 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
God damn the pusher man