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 sleep you're talking out of harmony you can't

remember what you said cut it out you feel retarded

take the sissors saw the head