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SATAN GAVE ME A TACO Sign in or register

 
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 getting kinda dizzy eating all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce and I ate every one
And after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a-trembling 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 were glowing 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 getting thick
The smoke was getting 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 running around dancing in tights
And I noticed the crew and the band playing 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
Aww yeah
Started fires backstage
Aww yeah start 'em up
I made a lot of money
Aww yeah
And I gave it all away
Give it all to me
Well the band got killed
Aww bunch of losers
So I started a solo career
Uh huh yeah
And I won all the awards
You're the boss now
And I drank all the beer
Drink it all up
Get funky
I opened up a taco stand
Uh huh
Just to smell the smell
Uh huh (???)
Cooking with the devil
Come on bro
Frying down in hell
Getting busy

APPEARS ON:
Stereopathetic Soulmanure

YEAR RELEASED:
1994

LENGTH:
3:46

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Gus Hudson

ENGINEERED BY:
Rusty Cusick

STUDIO:
Wire Works Studio

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo

Dallas Don Burnette
Drums

Johnny Cashmachine
Background Vocals

 
Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw
The grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was getting dizzy eating all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce and I ate every one
And after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was trembling
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
And I turned on the water and it shot up my nose
Then some old lady came along
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
The cops came and got me
Threw me in their van
I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge
His eyes were glowing red
The courtroom was filled with the witches and the dead
The sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
The air was getting thick
The smoke was getting thicker
The judge read the verdict
Said, "Cut off his head"
Well they placed me on the altar
Raised up the axe
My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
The cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone dancing around in tights
Then I saw the crew and the band playing down below
Then I realized I was in a rock video

Well I joined the band and I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
Then I hung out with the groupies
Started fires backstage
Made a lot of money and I gave it all away
Then the band got killed so I started a solo career
Won all the awards and I drank all the beer
I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
Cooking with the devil
Frying down in hell

APPEARS ON:
Fresh Meat + Old Slabs
Golden Leftovers

LENGTH:
2:55

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen

ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar






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