Nausea

Today, you're gonna be so sick, so sick You'll prop your forehead on the sink Say, "Oh, Christ, oh, Jesus Christ My head's gonna crack like a bank" Tonight, you'll fall asleep in clothes So late like a candy bar wrapped up For lunch, that's all you get to taste Poverty and spit, poverty and spit Nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to sleep Today, you're gonna be so sick, so sick You'll prop your forehead on the sink Say, "Oh, Christ, oh, Jesus Christ My head's gonna crack like a bank" Tonight, you'll fall asleep in clothes So late like a candy bar wrapped up For lunch, that's all you get to taste Poverty and spit, spit, spit Nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to sleep You talking out of harmony Can't remember what you said Cut it out, you feel retarded Take the scissors, saw the head Talking out of harmony Can't remember what you said Cut it out, you feel retarded Take the scissors, saw the head Nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to nausea Bloody red eyes go to sleep