笨小笨Nausea歌词由Chekhov’s Gun演唱，出自专辑《Eat The Rich (Explicit)》，下面是《Nausea》完整版歌词！
Nausea歌词完整版
Watching people lose control
Bodies moving on their own
On their own but they’re barely alone
Empty stares like a starless sky
No one there to turn their eyes
Waiting for their tombs to rise
Not canon fire, no nuclear bombs
No cosmic disruptions or wrath of the Gods
Greed and desire to turn you to gold
Mindless corruption will turn you to stone
Signing the treaties to help persevere
Every drop matters but doesn't compare
Ominous creeping and time growing old
Calls for your funeral, end of the world
And I know that in this case it’s right
But shooting people in the face
Never felt polite
As we see the light we hear the call
It won't be long until our fall
But not without making you crawl
Not canon fire, no nuclear bombs
No cosmic disruptions or wrath of the Gods
Greed and desire to turn you to gold
Mindless corruption will turn you to stone
Signing the treaties to help persevere
Every drop matters but doesn't compare
Ominous creeping and time growing old
Calls for your funeral
End of the world
