Infamous Stiffs - Pusherman
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Down in the city, where the talk is cheap
Got no monies and just cant sleep
Bad luck story coming every time
Trashman's a saint selling a crime
I don't need it

Street corner preacher pushing a dime
Lost in the fire trying to get ya higher
Heart is pounding crawling outta my skin
Sidewalk saviour to suck up your sins
Looking for the Pusherman

Your back in the alley doing your thing
Just cant fix cause the dope is king
UP all night hear the gutter screams
Bloodshot eyes same ol' scene
I don't need it
Looking for the Pusherman

Well its 3am in a city full of creeps
Half way Jesus and midnight freaks
Blood is burning streets are cold
Got no money cause I sold my soul
Looking for the Pusherman