| Speed of Pain |
| 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 pedophile's dream, a messianic peter pan Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man |