Текст песни Green Day - Geek Stink Breath
Green Day - Geek Stink Breath слова песни
I`m on a roll
No self comtrol
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 comtrol
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 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 comtrol
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