Geek Stink Breath — текст песни (Green Day)

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