Текст песни BECK - Nausea
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Текст песни BECK - Nausea
1, 2, 3, 4Now I'm a seasick sailorOn a ship of noiseI got my maps all backwardsAnd my instincts poisonedIn a truth blown gutterFull of wasted years( )Like blown-out speakersRingin' in my earsOh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneNow I'm a straight-line walkerIn a black-out roomI push a shopping cart overIn an Aztec ruinWith my minion fingersWorking for some GodWho could see his own reflectionIn a parking lotOh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneNo it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneNow I'm a priest teenagerOn a tower of dustI'm a dead generatorIn a cloud of exhaustI eat alone in the desertWith skulls for my petsI rate the days, one to tenWith lead cigarettesIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone