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 Rollin' sixes I am the habit man I use up all I can I got the slacker's hand I am the pedophlle'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)