Nausea (ОСТ из "Потрошители / Repo Men")

Текст песни Beck - Nausea (ОСТ из "Потрошители / Repo Men")

[Vesre 1]
Now i'm a seasick 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
Ringing in my ears

[Chorus]
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

[Verse 2]
Now i'm a straight-line walker
In 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
[Chorus]
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone

[Verse 3]
Now i'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes

[Chorus]
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone