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