Geek  Stink  Breath  (Live)  -  Green  Day

I'm  on  a  mission

I  made  my  decision

To  lead  a  path  of  self  distruction

A  slow  progression

Killing  my  complexion

And  it's  rotting  out  of  my  teeth

I'm  on  a  roll

With  no  self  control

I'm  blowing  myself  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  thick  white  line

I'm  on  a  roll

With  no  self  control

I'm  blowing  myself  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  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

With  no  self  control

I'm  blowing  myself  with

Methamphetamine

Don't  know  what  I  want

That's  all  that  I've  got

And  I'm  picking  scabs  off  my  face

Geek

Stink

Breath