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 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 likе a candy bar wrapped up
For lunch, that's all you get to taste
Povеrty 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