Beck - Nausea
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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
It′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone
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
It′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone
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