I've never done my taxes, I can't even cook an egg And I never broke the ceiling, but I broke my stupid leg Back when I was just a kiddie, I was climbing up the slide 'Cause the simplest equations leave me deeply mystified Zero wheels in my wheelhouse Hop on my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale And it's there, she fuckin' blowin', blazin' insular trails With a capacity for knowledge only geared toward petty crime If you never get started, you can stop on a dime, I got Zero wheels in my wheelhouse, baby Just tire irons and cinder blocks For terms of my improvement, open up to section eight 'Cause I require more assistance than you might anticipate I learned early to accept the things I can't control And now I never lift a finger but to dig myself a hole, and count Zero wheels in my wheelhouse, baby Just tire irons and cinder blocks I'm doing donuts in a driveway, dreamscape One square foot landlocked Making noise And breakin' all my toys And throwin' a goddamn fit Is all I've ever known The pencil marks The none I've grown A La-Z-Boy, my throne I am complete Disappointing whole Zero wheels