Wrench is just a household god, but I carry mine with pride
I don't work but I can work to split your smile
run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine
tear the son out of the 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 and 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, 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 was prophesised by shangri-las, I am the leader of the pack)
I am the pedophiles 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
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
(oh no, oh no)