Nausea

(One, two, three, four) 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 --- Nausea - Beck