Old Green Day

I feel like masturbating
'Til my eyes pop out my skull
And I'm drinking 'til 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

Well, 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
'Til I figure it out
So I 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
It'll dilate the pupils in my eyes

Well, 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
'Til I figure it out
So I 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 on hand on the telephone
The other on my doom
With a Smith & Wesson pointed at my face

Well, 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
'Til I figure it out
So I might as well just shoot me in the face