

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] He’s got ketchup on his knuckles Napkins in his sleeve Muttering to hot sauce packets 'Bout who’s gonna leave Cheese stuck in his stubble Eyes like busted glass Laughing at the lettuce As the customers walk past [Chorus] Serial psycho with a taco Talking to the salsa like a friend (like a friend) Serial psycho with a taco Promises the world Then bites the end You keep coming back to watch the show He’s a serial psycho with a taco [Verse 2] He folds it like a secret Holds it to the light Asks “You ever feel this empty?” To a stranger in the night Crunch echoes through the food court Like a warning shot He says “Careful what you worship You might end up what you bought” [Chorus] Serial psycho with a taco Talking to the salsa like a friend (hey!) Serial psycho with a taco Promises the world Then bites the end You keep coming back to watch the show He’s a serial psycho with a taco [Bridge] [Band drops to drums and bass Shouted vocals] Who’s the freak? Is it him Is it you? Staring at the shell Like it’s some kind of truth If the filling spills out Do you still feel whole? Or are you just crumbs In a paper bowl? (woah) [Chorus] Serial psycho with a taco Talking to the salsa like a friend (like a friend) Serial psycho with a taco Promises the world Then bites the end You keep lining up to see him glow He’s a serial psycho He’s a serial psycho He’s a serial psycho with a taco
Tags
rock, Snarling alt-punk band, male vocals; dry, crunchy rhythm guitars and a fuzzy bass locking tight with a frantic, slightly swung drum groove. Verses barked in clipped phrases, chorus opens into a shout-along gang vocal hook. Brief shouted bridge with tom-heavy build then a last, explosive chorus and hard stop on a unison hit., punk
2:29
No
2/25/2026