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