A christian, an anarchy 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 it cost you about fifty cents
No fear, no fucking feat, malt liquor tastes much better on the street

Crustin', a way of life for heroin,
And heroes who hitch hike the road to Eden
Not Eden the garden state, Eden like a state of mind

Kick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anything for a laugh even if it kills ya
The bridge, you took it out, the ticket taker suddenly lost count

Sleepin' under rays, your teeth crumblin' away
Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it man

Wastin' time when ever you get the chance, which happens to be all the time

Kick back, free meals, a couple of times a day you make a couple of shady deals
No work, no fuckin' pay, cardboard condominium by the bay

Between the red and black, you're never goin' back
Say goodbye to all responsibility, you never wanted it man