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)