The ChiCKeN wiRe fENce: Green Day
Geek Stink Breath
I'm on a mission
I've made my decision:
lead a path of self-destruction
A slow progression killing my complexion
and it's rotting out my teeth
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I'm on a roll
No self-control
I'm blowing off steam with
meth-amphetamines
Well don't know what I want
and it'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've found a treasure, filled with sick pleasure
and it sits on a thick white line
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I'm on a mission
I've got no decision
like a cripple running a rat race
a wish in one hand, shit in the other
and see which one gets filled first
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GEEK. . . . STINK . . . . BREATH
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