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