Geek Stink Breath - Green Day (绿日乐队)

Lyrics by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool

I'm on a mission I've made my decision

Lead a path of self-destruction

A slow progression killing my complexion

And it's rotting out my teeth

I'm on a roll no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well don't know what I want and that's all that I've got

And I'm 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

I'm on a roll no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well don't know what I want and that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face say

I'm on a mission I got no decision

Like a cripple running the rat race

Wish in one hand s**t in the other

And see which one gets filled first

I'm on a roll no self-control

I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Well don't know what I want and that's all that I've got

And I'm picking scabs off my face say

Geek stink breath