Pusherman

I've been a-lookin' for a pie in the sky

'Cause everybody else is goofin' off

Don't know the reason, no I wonder why

I hear 'em sputter and cough

Thought that they could tell about the way I was walkin'

And the fact that I come a-stumblin' in

I've been livin' in a free-house baby

You know it's sweeter than sin

And all the people in that old backwater

Are just a lookin' for a flash in the pan

They'd sell their mothers and they'd sell their daughters

To the p-p-p-p-pusherman

Thought that they could tell because I kept on talkin'

And I would just a-stagger around

I've been livin' in an outhouse baby

Well, it's just a hole in the ground

Don't tell anybody

Don't tell a lie

I'm floating down the Irrawaddy

Starin' at, starin' at…

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I'm starin' at the sky

Starin' at the sun

Sleepin' on a Saturday

Can't get a thing done

Lookin' out for happiness

You catch as you can

Thank God For The Pusherman!

I couldn't take it just a-walkin' around

This mean old city at night

And everything was just a-getting' me down

And I'm a-glowin' in the pale moonlight

Thought that they could tell because I kept on moanin'

And I'd be kept on climbin' the walls

I've been livin' in a roundhouse baby

And chasin' them waterfalls

Don't tell my Mother

She would die

Don't tell my Brother

'Cause he'll be lookin' for a tear to cry…

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Don't tell the preacher

He thinks that I'm the prodigal son

Go tell Freddie Nietzsche

'Cause he would think that I was having some fun…

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