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 [bad word] you down without a twitch,
Your car’s just not as big as mine
Tear the son out of your [bad word] 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 [bad word]  yours is mine
Snake eyes for sissies

I ain’t no workin’ man, and 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,
messianic Peter Pan
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little [bad word] 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