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 teethI'm on a roll no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my faceEvery 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 thick white lineI'm on a roll no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want, that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face. UhI'm on a mission I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
Wish in one hand and shit in the other
And see which one gets filled firstI'm on a roll no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Well, don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my faceGeek Stink Breath
Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong / Green Day.
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