Nausea - Beck

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

It’s nausea, oh nausea

And we’re gone