Snake Eyes and Sissies

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 am the pedophiles dream, a messianic peter pan
Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man