O traficante

You know I've smoked a lot of grass

O'Lord, I've popped a lot of pills

But I mever touched nothin'

That my spirit could kill

You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round

With tombstones in their eyes

But the pusher don't care

Ah, if you live or if you die



God damn, the pusher

God damn, I say the pusher

I said God damn, God damn the pusher man


You know the dealer, the dealer is a man

With the love grass in his hand

Oh but the pusher is a monster

Good God, he's not a natural man

The dealer for a nickel

Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams

Ah, but the pusher ruin your body

Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream


God damn, the pusher

God damn, I say the pusher

I said God damn, God damn the pusher man

Well, now if I were president of this land

You know, I'd declare total war on the pusher man

I'd cut if he stands,

And I'd shoot him if he'd run

Yes, I'd kill him with my Bible

And my razor and my gun


God damn, the pusher

God damn, the pusher

I said God damn, God damn the pusher man