| Song | Satan Gave Me a Taco |
| Artist | Beck |
| Album | Stereopathetic Soul Manure |
| 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 |
| 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 |