The Pusher Man

Well it all started out as a real good time Until we're all talking at the same time Each acting out our own radical behavious Chaos and confusion to meet us later As sure as the clock's time on the wall Progressive addictions will make us fall Forever, the pot calls the kettle black Integrity and respect, are qualities they lack Family or not; it's the cons of the cons Sure as the sun rises; a deal's going on Each jewing the other down They all look like circus clowns We can't wait for the final show Most likely to end up in some blow What an easy way to make a living First ones always for the giving Just enough to reel us in Do they care that it's a sin They know no other way of life Living off other's grief and strife Why do we let them do this to us? All of us, family caught in the fuss Is that all they see is money? Their greedy lives; it isn't funny They may end up all alone Finding conversation on the phone To you, nobody will want to talk They'll tell you; take a walk