Green Day – Geek Stink Breath

Green Day – Geek Stink Breath

I’m on a mission

I made my decision

To 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

Don’t know what I want

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

Don’t know what I want

That’s all that I’ve got

And I’m picking scabs off my face

I’m on a mission

I’ve 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

I’m on a roll

No self control

I’m blowing off steam with methamphetamine

Don’t know what I want

That’s all that I’ve got

And I’m picking scabs off my face