Wrench is just a household god but i carry mine with pride
I don't work but i can work with it to split your smile
Run you down without a twitch your car's just not as big as mine
Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain't no workin' man i do the best i can i got the devil's hand
Rollin' sixes
I am the habit man i use up all i can i got the slacker's hand
My afternoon's remote control, daydream milk and genocide
Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
Butter knife in your side
What i got i got for free, middle finger technology
What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine
Snake eyes for sissies
I am the pedophile's dream, a messianic peter pan
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, i can never be a
Man