A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute
Figures out the true meaning
Of freedom, not freedom like America
Freedom like a shopping cartKick back, no tense, you gotta bag of grub
Cost you about 50 cents
No fear, no fuckin' feat, malt liquor
Tastes much better on the streetCrustin', a way of life for heroines
And heroes who hitch hike the road
To Eden, not Eden like the garden state
Eden like the state of mindKick back, cheap thrills, you'll do anythin'
For a laugh even if it kills you
The bridge, you took it out
The ticket takers suddenly lost countSleeping under rays
Your teeth crumbling away
Say goodbye to all responsibility
You never wanted it manWasting time
Whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the timeKick back, free meals, a couple times a day
You make a couple of shady deals
No work, no fuckin' pay
Cardboard condominium by the bayBetween the red and black
You're never going back
Say goodbye to all responsibility
You never wanted it man