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
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 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
Now it's nausea
Oh nausea
And we're gone
Nausea
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
Seasick
Seasick
Seasick
Seasick
Seasick
Seasick
Seasick
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APPEARS ON:
The Information
99X Live X 11 Strange Apparition
YEAR RELEASED:
2008
LENGTH:
3:57
REMIX OF:
Nausea
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
REMIXED BY:
The Chap
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals
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