Wrench is just a household god
But I carry mine with pride
I dont' 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 working 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 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 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 working 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 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)
Writer(s): Brian Hugh Warner, Brad Stewart, Scott Putesky, Stephen Bier Jr.
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