Текст песни Green Day - Geek Stink Breath
Green Day - Geek Stink Breath слова песни
I`m on a missionI made my decisionLead a path of self-destructionA slow progressionKilling my complexionAnd it`s rotting out my teethI`m on a rollNo self-controlI`m blowing off steamWith methamphetamineWell don`t know what I wantAnd it`s all that I gotAnd I`m picking scabs off my faceEvery hourMy blood is turning sourAnd my pulse is beating out of timeI found a treasureFilled with sick pleasureAnd it sits on a thick white lineI`m on a rollNo self-controlI`m blowing off steamWith methamphetamineWell don`t know what I wantAnd it`s all that I gotAnd I`m picking scabs off my faceI`m on a missionI got no decisionLike a cripple running the rat raceWish in one handShit in the otherAnd see which one gets filled firstI`m on a rollNo self-controlI`m blowing off steamWith methamphetamineWell don`t know what I wantAnd it`s all that I gotAnd I`m picking scabs off my facegeek stink breath