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 lye

I ain't no working 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've 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 working 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 was prophesied by Shangri-La,

I am the leader of the pack

I am the pedophile'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 working 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 working 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)