Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun
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, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t no working man, I do the best I can
I got the devil’s hand rolling 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, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t no working 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 prophesied by Shangri-Las
I am the leader of the pack
I am the pedophile’s dream
Messianic Peter Pan
Just a boy, just a boy
Just a little fucking boy
I can never be a man, yeah
I ain’t no working man, I do the best I can
I got the devil’s hand rolling sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can
I got the slacker’s hand
I ain’t no working 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