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 gotta 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 who hitch hike the road   To Eden, not Eden like the garden state   Eden like the state of mind      Kick 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 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 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 going back   Say goodbye to all responsibility   You never wanted it man