The Pusher

Snow flakes rolling over my car, goose bumbing weather

If I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning,

Pink dot will deliver

And I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crown

Down onto my head so hard,

My knees are two inches in the ground

And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man

You know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pills

But I've never done nothing that my spirit couldn't kill

And I walk around with these tombstones in my eyes

But I know the pusher don't care, if you live or if you die

And I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' man

Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, Godamn, God damn