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 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