A christian an anarchist slash prostitute
figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents
No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street
Crustin, a way of life for heroines and
heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden
Not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind
Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you
The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye
To all responsibility you never wanted it man
Wasting time whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time