I'm on a mission, I made my decision
To lead a path of self destruction,
A slow progression, killing my complexion
And it's rotting out my teeth.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face.
Every hour, my blood is running sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
L found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thin white line.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face.
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I'm on a mission, I've got no decision
To lead a path of self destruction,
Wish in one hand, shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first.
I'm on a roll, no self control
I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine,
Don't know what I want, and that's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face.
Geek... Stink... Breath...
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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