Nausea
oleh: Beck


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Now I'm a seasick sailorOn a ship of noiseI got my maps all backwardsAnd my instincts poisonedIn a truth blown gutterFull of wasted yearsLike blown-out speakersRingin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walkerIn a black-out roomI push a shopping cart overIn an Aztec ruinWith my minion fingersWorking for some GodWho could see his own reflectionIn a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneNo it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone
Now I'm a priest teenagerOn a tower of dustI'm a dead generatorIn a cloud of exhaustI eat alone in the desertWith skulls for my petsI rate the days, one to tenWith lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone







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