Nausea Beck 歌词

Nausea - Beck

Written by：Beck Hansen

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 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

Now it's nausea oh nausea and we're gone

Now I'm 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