Beck "Nausea" |
I'm a sea sick 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 its nausea, oh nausea and we're gone 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 its nausea, oh nausea and we're gone like 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 1 to 10 with lead cigarettes oh its nausea, nausea and we're gone Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |