Nausea Lyrics by Beck
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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
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