Geek Stink Breath Songtext
von Green Day

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
I don't know what I want, and that′s all 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
I don′t know what I want, and that's all I′ve 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 and 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
And I don't know what I want, and that′s all I've got
And I′m picking scabs off my face

Geek stink breath