Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
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The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
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The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
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I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
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There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
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An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
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Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat
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An' the stains on my clothes burned a hole through my coat
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My stomach was a-tremblin' and I broke out in a rash
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I was so dry and thirsty and I didn't have no cash
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So I went and found a hose, tore off all my clothes
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Turned on the water and it shot right up my nose
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Some old lady came along and she thought I was a freak
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So she beat me with a handbag till I could hardly speak
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I was lying there naked, my body badly bruised
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In a pool of my own blood, unconscious and confused
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Well, the cops came and got me and threw me in their van
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And I woke up on the ceiling and I couldn't find my hand
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They took me to the judge, his eyes a-glowin' red
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The courtroom was filled with witches and the dead
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Well, the sheriff was a hellhound with fangs and claws
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The prisoners were tied up and chained to the walls
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The air was gettin' thick; the smoke was gettin' thicker
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The judge read the verdict: said, "Cut off his head!"
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Well, they placed me on the altar, and they raised up the axe
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My head was about to explode when I noticed the Marshall stacks
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I noticed all the smoke machines, cameras and the lights
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Some guy with a microphone, runnin' around dancin' in tights
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And I noticed the crew and the band playin' down below
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And I realized I was in a rock video
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So I went and joined the band and I went out on tour
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And I smoked a lot of heroin and I passed out in manure
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I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage
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I made a lot of money and I gave it all away
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Well, the band got killed, so I started a solo career
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And I won all the awards and I drank all the beer
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I opened up a taco stand just to smell the smell
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cookin' with the devil; frying down in hell
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(spoken)
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Today's ah-August 4, 1982; i'm really bored
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There was some dead animals we played with
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There was a weed whacker, we stole two of them
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A cop car was on fire
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My friend scott, he was running and he slipped on a twinky
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And his nose was covered with blood
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Security helicopter shot a spotlight
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Somebody pulled their pants down
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Satan Gave Me A Taco
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| Beck |
