I've been moved in a week this Thursday but i haven't slept so great
My old blinds don't fit 9 windows and I'm baking shy of 8
But I'll sweat the bed, my friend,
Because the rent is cheap as hell at the old Taco Bell
My toes stay froze in winter but she's decked in stainless steel
I remember rinsing off the week on Friday with a meal
Before dining out was hiding my
Addiction to new belts at the old Taco Bell
You won't find me undercover of whatever magazine
I got no shower and my roof's imbued in bygone shades of green
When I lock my front door it's four
Sixteen-penny nails right in the old Taco Bell
They gather the symphony down the bypass once a year
In the churchyard where white women sip white wine and pine to cheer
They played this Bela Bartok that sent the
Whole lot running pale to the old Taco Bell
They battened down my glass door, ripped the counter for a shield
In fear of what fine silver made the sword the Lord would wield
For bowing to the Boredom,
Driving up the Devil's sales at the old Taco Bell
But Jesus, sipping his ice water, said:
"Hey, could you guys spare a little room to melt
This sword of silver down to one big tablespoon?"
He fattened us on laughter,
After that he snagged a gale from the old Taco Bell