Текст James Reyne – Pusherman
Текст:
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
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
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!
