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You know I've smoked a lot of grass |
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Lord, I've popped a lot of pills |
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But I've never touched nothin' |
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I know that my spirit could kill |
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I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round |
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With tombstones in their eyes |
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But the pusher don't care |
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If you live or if you die |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher man |
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You know the dealer, the dealer is a man |
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With the love grass in his hand |
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But the pusher is a monster |
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Good God, he's not a natural man |
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The dealer for a nickel, Lord |
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Will sell you lots of sweet dreams |
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But the pusher ruin your body |
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Lord, he'll leave your mind to scream |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher man |
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Well, now if I were the president of this land |
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I'd declare total war on the pusher man |
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I'd cut him if he stands and I'd shoot him if he'd run |
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And I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher |
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God damn the pusher man |
