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      Crustin, 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