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--- Green Day

I'm on a roll
With no self control
I'm blowing myself 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 thick white line

I'm on a roll
With no self control
I'm blowing myself 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
And shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first

I'm on a roll
With no self control
I'm blowing myself with
Methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all that I've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

Geek,
stink,
breath