Nausea - 重生男人

Written by：Beck Hansen

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

Oh it's nausea oh nausea

And we're gone

Nausea oh nausea

And we're gone