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 mineTear 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

Lyrics to / for Speed of Pain by Marilyn Manson.
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