Nausea Songtext
von Beck

1, 2, 3, 4

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