Текст (слова) песни: Green Day - Geek Stink Breath
I`m on a mission I 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 it`s all that I 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 thick 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 it`s all that I got And I`m picking scabs off my face
I`m 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
I`m on a roll No self-control I`m blowing off steam With methamphetamine Well don`t know what I want And it`s all that I got And I`m picking scabs off my face
geek stink breath
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