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 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)