Lyric 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