All my life I've felt such discontent For every big achievement, each award, each encore I assume this gloom stretches to my death bed? Nausea, this lump in my throat It's just nausea-it's making me choke So sad to know this life is a hoax Nausea, I barely exist It's your nausea-I'm shaking my fist At a universe that can't give a shit Nausea, ad nausea All my families buying brand new houses For their bundles of joy in their twenty couches Then there's me, I'm wealthy with ideas All my joy is grief an artificial With the proper dosage I can feed my ego Once the buzz wears off I feel so hollow Nausea, this ache in my chest It's just nausea-I can't catch my breath So sad that life's indebted to death Nausea, in fits and starts It's your nausea-I want no part I can't give a shit and I'm calling it art Nausea, ad nausea