Serial Psycho with a Taco

[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

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