Текст (слова) песни: Green Day - Geek Stink Breath
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
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