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 ringing 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