Pusherman

(album: Speedboats For Breakfast - 2004)

I've been a-looking for a pie in the sky
'Cause everybody else is goofing 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 walking
And the fact that I come a-stumbling in
I've been living in a free-house baby
You know it's sweeter than sin

And all the people in that old backwater
Are just a looking 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 talking
And I would just a-stagger around
I've been living 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
Staring at, staring at...

I'm staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Sleeping on a Saturday
Can't get a thing done
Looking out for happiness
You catch as you can
Thank God For The Pusherman!

I couldn't take it just a-walking around
This mean old city at night
And everything was just a-getting' me down
And I'm a-glowing in the pale moonlight
Thought that they could tell because I kept on moaning
And I'd be kept on climbing the walls
I've been living in a roundhouse baby
And chasing them waterfalls

Don't tell my Mother
She would die
Don't tell my Brother
'Cause he'll be looking for a tear to cry...

I'm staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Sleeping on a Saturday
Can't get a thing done
Looking out for happiness
You catch as you can
Thank God For The Pusherman!

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...

I'm staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Sleeping on a Saturday
Can't get a thing done
Looking out for happiness
You catch as you can
Thank God For The Pusherman!