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
Compositor: Peter Shelley (Pete Shelley) ECAD: Obra #16948861