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 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 nausea
Bloody red eyes go to sleep
You talking out of harmony
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