Green Day - Geek Stink Breath
Im on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self destruction
A slow progression
Killing my complexion
And its rotting out my teeth
Im on a roll
No self comtrol
Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Dont know what I want
Thats all that Ive got
And Im picking scabs off my face
Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure
filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thin white line
Im on a roll
No self comtrol
Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Dont know what I want
Thats all that Ive got
And Im picking scabs off my face
Im on a mission
I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
Wish in one hand shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first
Im on a roll
No self comtrol
Im blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Dont know what I want
Thats all that Ive got
And Im picking scabs off my face
 | 
