Tekster: X. Los Angeles. 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 [x2]

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 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're talking out of harmony
you can't remember what you said
cut it out you feel retarded
take the scissors saw the head [x2]

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