O Come All Ye Faithful
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Well I been moved in a week this Thursday
But I haven't slept too great
My old blinds don't fit nine windows
And I'm thinkin' shy of eight
I sweat to bed my friend
Because the rent is cheap as hell
In the old Taco Bell
My toes stay frozen winter
But she's decked in stainless steel
I remember it sang off the week
On Friday with a meal
Before dining I was adding my addiction
To new bills
In the old Taco Bell
Well you won't find me on the cover
Of whatever magazine
I got no shower and my roof's in view
Back on shades of green
When I lock my front door
It's for sixteen penny nails
In the old Taco Bell
Well they gather the symphony
Down the bypass once a year
In the churchyard where white women
Sip white wine and pine to cheer
But they played this bell about tacos
Sent the whole line running pale
To the old Taco Bell
They battened down my glass doors
With the count up on the shin
In fear of what fine silver
Made the sword the Lord would wield
For bowing to their boredom
Frying up the devil's sails
In the old Taco Bell
Well Jesus sipping his ice water
Said "Hey could you guys spare some room
To melt my sword of silver down
With one big tablespoon?"
Well it baffled us all laughter
After that he snagged a girl
From the old Taco Bell