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