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Well 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 ringin' in my ears
Oh, it's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
I'm a straight-line walker with 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
It's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
(Let's go! Yeah! Hey! Woo-hoo! Say huh! Yahoo! Right on! Woooo! Come on!)
Now I'm a priest teenager on a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator in a cloud of exhaust
In a long-living 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
Well 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 ringin' in my ears
Oh, it's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
I'm a straight-line walker with 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
It's nausea, oh nausea, and we're gone
(Let's go! Yeah! Hey! Woo-hoo! Say huh! Yahoo! Right on! Woooo! Come on!)
Now I'm a priest teenager on a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator in a cloud of exhaust
In a long-living 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
Lyrics submitted by SilverEagle
Nausea Lyrics as written by Beck Hansen
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Please, anyone and everyone read this book by Jean-Paul Sartre. He was a French writer, who wrote this book because of a mescaline trip he had. He is a complete genius and the so-called father of existentialism.