Old Green Day

I feel like masturbating till my eyes pop out my skull
and I'll drunk until my blood turns into wine
I'll crash my car into the river, drowning out my soul
with a gun in my hand in case I don't die
And when the hell did I lose my brain? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And what the hell is my last name? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And no one wants to hear me complain (Until I figure it out!)
You might as well just shoot me in the face
I'm running low on morphine, so I'll shoot up on cocaine
When I'm getting low, I only can get high
I need to feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins
Need to dilate the pupils in my eyes
And when the hell did I lose my brain? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And what the hell is my last name? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And no one wants to hear me complain (Until I figure it out!)
You might as well just shoot me in the face
I'm tired of eating processed foods and hookers in my room
And I need a place to go and get away
Got one hand on the telephone, another on my doom
With a Smith and Wesson pointed at my face
And when the hell did I lose my brain? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And what the hell is my last name? (I'm still figuring it out!)
And no one wants to hear me complain (Until I figure it out!)
You might as well just shoot me in the face