Pusher Man - Pete Shelley

I met a good man

He had some good stuff

He showed me a bag

And he pulled out the snuff

I had just one try

And that was enough

Water poured from my eye

God stuff this rough snuff

I was wiping my eye

On the edge of my sleeve

When who did I spy?

God damn the police!

I said «Hey look man the fuzz!»

He turned ghostly white

He gave me the bag

And ran outasight!

I leapt on my hog

And I burned up the street

All the traffic had to stop

Cos I couldn’t be beat

All the people were scared

As they leapt from my wheels

But I didn’t care

I couldn’t hear their squeals

I went to my pad

And I crashed on my bed

I kept taking that snuff

Until it blew my head

It was really gunpowder

I a flash in the pan

I a charcoaled cinder

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man

God damn the pusher man