James Reyne - Pusherman lyrics

I've been a-lookin' for a pie in the sky 'Cause everybody else is goofin' off Don't know the reason, no I wonder why I hear 'em sputter and cough Thought that they could tell about the way I was walkin' And the fact that I come a-stumblin' in I've been livin' in a free-house baby You know it's sweeter than sin And all the people in that old backwater Are just a lookin' for a flash in the pan They'd sell their mothers and they'd sell their daughters To the p-p-p-p-pusherman Thought that they could tell because I kept on talkin' And I would just a-stagger around I've been livin' 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 Starin' at, starin' at… I'm starin' at the sky Starin' at the sun Sleepin' on a Saturday Can't get a thing done Lookin' out for happiness You catch as you can Thank God For The Pusherman! I couldn't take it just a-walkin' around This mean old city at night And everything was just a-getting' me down And I'm a-glowin' in the pale moonlight Thought that they could tell because I kept on moanin' And I'd be kept on climbin' the walls I've been livin' in a roundhouse baby And chasin' them waterfalls Don't tell my Mother She would die Don't tell my Brother 'Cause he'll be lookin' for a tear to cry… I'm starin' at the sky Starin' at the sun Sleepin' on a Saturday Can't get a thing done Lookin' out for happiness You catch as you can Thank God For The Pusherman! Don't tell the preacher He thinks that I'm the prodigal son Go tell Freddie Nietzsche 'Cause he would think that I was having some fun… I'm starin' at the sky Starin' at the sun Sleepin' on a Saturday Can't get a thing done Lookin' out for happiness You catch as you can Thank God For The Pusherman!