Lyrics

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