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David Bowie - 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 working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil'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 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)

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