Lyrics: 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

Its 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

Its 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

Oh its nausea, nausea
And we’re gone