Today you're gonna be 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 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, spit, spit

Nausea Bloody red eyes go to

Nausea Bloody red eyes go to

Nausea Bloody red eyes go to

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

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

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