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
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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
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