Nausea X

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Today, you're gonna be 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'll 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 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'll 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.

Talking out of harmony,
You 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.




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