Do you think I'm mean?
Did you make a scene?
It's a hollow feeling
Knowing what you're fighting

How's your life upstairs?
Do you think I care?
Play a Zeppelin record
You can call me deckard

Do you think I care?
Rolled on southern grass
Who's a real good ass?
Oh my god, merde

You know I've smoked a lotta grass
Oh Lord
I've popped a lot of pills
But I've never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill

You know I've seen a lotta people walking round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the Pusher don't care
If you live or if you die
God damn
God damn the Pusher
God damn
God damn
I said
The Pusher
I said god damn
God damn
The Pusher

I could lose again
Walk it out and play the end
You're my redneck brother
I'm your gay-ish girlfriend

I'm in Piedmont Park
On the Völkerschlachtdenkmal
I can see right through clouds
But I don't know you now

Stay on 710
On the Central Florida plains
Tons o' scrub and palmettos
Guess I don't get mellow