STRAY BULLETS LYRICS

"Knife For The Pusherman"

Pass you every morning setting up shop outside the station
Impatient as you're waiting for your patrons to arrive
Poisoning the blood of yet another generation
See them crawling through the gutters, not dead but not alive

Every morning on the corner, don't say I didn't warn ya
I got a knife for the pusherman
On that corner every morning, this is your final warning now

Cops in the coffee shop can't seem to be bothered
I see them watching as you're making the exchange
Mayor tells the papers that the drug war's getting hotter
But the dealer on the corner doesn't appear to feel the strain

O.D. cases, cold blue faces, high time that we erase this
I got a knife for the pusherman
O.D. cases, cold blue faces, all my friends are O.D. cases now

Greedy gleaming eyes glare at me warily
As I saunter across the street in the summer heat
You think I'm stepping up for a fix?
You think I'm here to fucking score?
I'm gonna cut your fucking throat!

Thanks to Matt for these lyrics

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