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