Текст песни Iron Weasel - лицом в тарелке с начос

“Go away,” he told me sternly.
But what about nachos, but what about us?
Night without sleep, anxiety in the shower
Eat nachos and dream

I’m on a plate with nachos
Everything is like needles and the sauce is burning
I’m on a plate with nachos
Cheese is very spicy, stomach ache

The soul hurts, the face hurts
Guacamole on the head
In my wounds salsa sauce
I'd rather eat wheat bread

I’m on a plate with nachos
Everything is like needles and the sauce is burning
I’m on a plate with nachos
And that’s all fate gives