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wrench is just a household god but i carry mine with pride
i dontī worj but i can worj with it to split your smile
run you down without a twitch, your carīs just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the devilīs hand
my afternoonīs 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
whatīs yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine
snake eyes for sissies
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
rollinī sixes
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
i am the pedophileīs dream
a messianic peter pan
just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, i can never be a man
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
rollinī sixes
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
i ainīt no working man, i do the best i can, i got the hdevilīs hand
i am the habit man, i use up all i can, i got the slackerīs hand
(oh no, oh no)