Pusherman

I've been looking for a pie in the sky

'Cause everybody else is goofing off

Don't know the reason though I wonder why

I hear the sputter and cough

Thought that they could tell about the way I was walking

And the fact that I was stumbling in

I've been living in a free house baby

You know it's sweeter than sin

And all the people in the old backwater

Just looking for a flash in the pan

They're selling mothers and they're selling daughters

To the p-p-p-p-pusher man

Thought that they could tell because I kept on talking

And I would just 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 pusher man

I couldn't take it just walking around

This mean old city at night

And everything's just getting me down

And I'm glowing in the pale moonlight

Thought that they could tell because I kept on moaning

And I kept on climbing the walls

I've been spinning in a roundhouse baby

Chasing them waterfalls

Don't tell my mother

She would die

Don't tell my brother

He'd come looking for a tear to cry

'Cause I've been 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 pusher man

Don't tell the preacher

He thinks that I'm a prodigal son

Don't tell Freddie Nietzsche

'Cause he would think that I was having some fun

'Cause I've been 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