Nausea Shreds Your Head
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls
Waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls
We live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls
My bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves
Frail fingers in our five-course food
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude
Frail fingers in our five-course food
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go?
Nooses hung from the stars, tell me yes or no
Nausea shreds your head
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run?
French windows passing out drinking all night long?
Nausea shreds your head
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
Will you look back?
Will you hesitate to leave all your possessions behind?
Will you look back?
Or are you going to sink with the ship and say everything's alright?
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go?
Nooses hung from the stars, tell me yes or no
Nausea shreds your head
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run?
French windows passing out drinking all night long?
Nausea shreds your head
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
Are you gonna jump, jump, jump out the window or burn, burn, burn with the furniture?
Writer/s: The Blood Brothers
