[Vesre 1] Now Im 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 blownout speakers ringing in my ears [Chorus] Oh its nausea, oh nausea And were gone Its nausea, oh nausea And were gone [Verse 2] Now Im a straightline walker in a blackout 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 [Chorus] Oh its nausea, oh nausea And were gone No its nausea, oh nausea And were gone [Verse 3] Now Im a priest teenager on a tower of dust Im 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 [Chorus] Its nausea, oh nausea And were gone Nausea, oh nausea And were gone
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