Текст песни Iron Weasel - лицом в тарелке с начос

& quot; Get out & quot; - Told me strictly
But what about the nachos , but what are we?
Night without sleep , the soul anxiety
Would eat nachos and vidit dreams -ss

I face in a plate of nachos
Just like needles, and the sauce burns
I face in a plate of nachos
Cheese is very sharp, stomach ache

Heart aches , painful face
Guacamole on the head,
In my wounds salsa
Better if I ate wheat hle -e- fucked

I face in a plate of nachos
Just like needles, and the sauce burns
I face in a plate of nachos
And that's all fate gives