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 wraped 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
Sleep

You're Talking out of harmony
You can't remember what you said
Cut it out
You feel retarded
Take the sissors
Saw the head