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, 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 was prophesized by Shangri-La
I am the leader of the pack
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
(Oh no, oh no)
