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 it cost you about 50 cents
No fear, no fuckin' feats 
Malt liquor tastes much better on the streets

Crusting, a way of life for heroines 
And heroes who hitchhike the road to Eden
Not Eden like the garden state 
Eden like the state of mind

Kick back, cheap thrills 
You'll do anything for a laugh 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

Kick back, free meals
A couple of times a day you make a couple of shady deals
No work, no fucking pay
Cardboard condominium by the bay

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