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
'cause 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PETER SHELLEY