NAUSEA

I'm a sea sick sailor On a ship of noise I got my maps all backwards And my instincts poisoned In a truth blown gutter Full of wasted years Like blown out speakers Ringing in my ears Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone I'm a straight line walker In a black out room I push a shopping cart over In an aztec ruin With my minion fingers Working for some god Who could see his own reflection In a parking lot Oh it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone No it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone Like a priest teenager On a tower of dust I'm a dead generator In a cloud of exhaust I eat alone in the desert With skulls for my pets I rate the days 1 to 10 With lead cigarettes It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone It's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone