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(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
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