Nausea

Now I'm a seasick 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 ringin' in my ears

Oh, it's nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone

It's nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone

Now 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

Now I'm 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, one to ten with lead cigarettes

It's nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone

Nausea, oh, nausea and we're gone