"Nausea" lyrics

"Nausea"

Today, you're gonna be sick, so sick
You'll prop your forehead on the sink
Say, "Oh Christ, oh Jesus Christ
My head's gonna crack like a bank"

Tonight, you'll fall asleep in clothes so late
Like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch
That's all you'll get to taste
Poverty and spit, poverty and spit

Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to sleep

Today, you're gonna be sick, so sick
You'll prop your forehead on the sink
Say, "Oh Christ, oh Jesus Christ
My head's gonna crack like a bank"

Tonight, you'll fall asleep in clothes so late
Like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch
That's all you'll get to taste
Poverty and spit, spit, spit

Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to sleep

Talking out of harmony
You can't remember what you said
Cut it out, you feel retarded
Take the scissors; saw the head

Talking out of harmony
Can't remember what you said
Cut it out, you feel retarded
Take the scissors; saw the head

Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to
Nausea, bloody red eyes, go to sleep


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