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 ain’t no workin’ man, and I do the best I can, I got the devil’s hand, I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand
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
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
I ain’t no workin’ man, I do the best I can, I got the devil’s hand, I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand