Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!" Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band And I went out on tour And I smoked a lot of heroin And I passed out in manure I made out with the groupies Come on here Started fires backstage Oh, yeah, started 'em all Made a lot of money Oh, yeah, I'm makin' it And I gave it all away Give it all to me Well, the band got killed Ah, bunch of losers So I started a solo career Aha, yeah And I won all the awards Get 'em all now And I drank all the beer Drink it all up; get funky I opened up a taco stand Aha Just to smell the smell Oho Cookin' with the devil fryin' down in hell
Compositor: Beck David Hansen (Beck Hansen) ECAD: Obra #5324212