Nausea - 重生男人
Written by：Beck Hansen
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
Oh it's nausea oh nausea
And we're gone
Nausea oh nausea
And we're gone
