face down in a plate of nachos

Iron Weasel

Can't believe you said it's over
I made you nachos you called me cheap
Up all night, I'm so exhausted
Ate the nachos and fell asleep

Face down in a plate of nachos
The chips are pointey. The sauce is hot
Face down in a plate of nachos
The cheese is burning it hurts a lot

My heart is numb.
My face is number.
Guacamole is on my head
Now my wounds are full of salsa
I kinda wish was be eating bread

Face down in a plate of nachos
The chips are pointed. The sauce is hot
Face down in a plate of nachos
Now these nachos are all I got