歌曲 | Satan Gave Me a Taco |
歌手 | Beck |
专辑 | Stereopathetic Soul Manure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beck | |
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 | |
Eatin' 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'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 her handbag | |
'til 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 hell-hound | |
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 | |
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 (aw yeah) | |
Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start 'em up) | |
Made a lot of money (aw yeah, I'm makin it) | |
And I gave it all away (give it all to me) | |
Well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers) | |
So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah | |
And I won all the awards (get 'em all now) | |
And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky) | |
And I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.) | |
Just to smell the smell | |
Cookin' with the devil | |
Fryin' down in hell |
zuo ci : Beck | |
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 | |
Eatin' 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' 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 her handbag | |
' til 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 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 | |
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 aw yeah | |
Started fires backstage aw yeah, start ' em up | |
Made a lot of money aw yeah, I' m makin it | |
And I gave it all away give it all to me | |
Well the band got killed aw, bunch of losers | |
So I started a solo career aw haw, yeah | |
And I won all the awards get ' em all now | |
And I drank all the beer drink it all up get funky | |
And I opened up the taco stand aw haw, etc. | |
Just to smell the smell | |
Cookin' with the devil | |
Fryin' down in hell |
zuò cí : Beck | |
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 | |
Eatin' 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' 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 her handbag | |
' til 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 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 | |
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 aw yeah | |
Started fires backstage aw yeah, start ' em up | |
Made a lot of money aw yeah, I' m makin it | |
And I gave it all away give it all to me | |
Well the band got killed aw, bunch of losers | |
So I started a solo career aw haw, yeah | |
And I won all the awards get ' em all now | |
And I drank all the beer drink it all up get funky | |
And I opened up the taco stand aw haw, etc. | |
Just to smell the smell | |
Cookin' with the devil | |
Fryin' down in hell |