Late-Night Delivery - Taco Night

Two wrongs and another ain't right
Old shoes that glitter in light
I don't know if the fish are going to bite
Well, never on taco night
We roar like a vulcan in heat
Throwing rocks from the tops of the trees
I don't ever want to go inside
Unless it is taco night

You're a big storm
This is a teapot
It's the damn same story
You're so boring
Finally, we've got a fine, full figure
It's a shame
It's a sad song
I've got it all wrong

Another song from the basement
How ordinary
Another wasted E.P.
Saw through my disguise
Threw dirt in my eyes
Shave my face and get a stand-up job in a sit-down place

This kind of thing, it happens every time
You've got to get yours before I can get mine

If you leave us out
We'll disappear completely
Leave the atmosphere discreetly
But if you put up a fight
We'll party every day
And in the evening it is taco

I feel the pangs
Your nightmare in your hands
Tear the flesh, the tendons, and the glands
The time is nigh for the slaughter
We're coming over
The die is cast
Metaphor hunger
I feel the hunger

Look to your left
Look to your right
They're for whom you fight tonight

Written by:
Peter Hassett

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