[00:00.00] 作词 : Armstrong, Billie Joe
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Pritchard, Mike Ryan / Wright III, Frank Edwin / Armstrong, Billie Joe
[00:17:00]I'm on a mission
[00:18:00]I made my decision
[00:20:00]To lead a path of self distruction
[00:24:00]A slow progression
[00:25:00]Killing my.plexion
[00:27:00]And it's rotting out of my teeth
[00:31:00]I'm on a roll
[00:33:00]With no self control
[00:35:00]I'm blowing myself with
[00:37:00]Methamphetamine
[00:38:00]Don't know what I want
[00:40:00]That's all that I've got
[00:42:00]And I'm picking scabs off my face
[00:50:00]Every hour
[00:51:00]My blood is turning sour
[00:53:00]And my pulse is beating out of time
[00:57:00]I found a treasure
[00:58:00]Filled with sick pleasure
[01:00:00]And it sits on a thick white line
[01:04:00]I'm on a roll
[01:06:00]With no self control
[01:08:00]I'm blowing myself with
[01:09:00]Methamphetamine
[01:11:00]Don't know what I want
[01:13:00]That's all that I've got
[01:15:00]And I'm picking scabs off my face
[01:33:00]I'm on a mission
[01:35:00]I got no decision
[01:36:00]Like a cripple running the rat race
[01:41:00]Wish in one hand
[01:42:00]And shit in the other
[01:44:00]And see which one gets filled first
[01:47:00]I'm on a roll
[01:50:00]With no self control
[01:51:00]I'm blowing myself with
[01:53:00]Methamphetamine
[01:55:00]Don't know what I want
[01:56:00]That's all that I've got
[01:58:00]And I'm picking scabs off my face
[02:10:00]Geek,
[02:11:00]stink,
[02:12:00]breath

作词 : Armstrong, Billie Joe
作曲 : Pritchard, Mike Ryan / Wright III, Frank Edwin / Armstrong, Billie Joe
I'm on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self distruction
A slow progression
Killing my.plexion
And it's rotting out of my teeth
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