Все что верившие в меня выстрадали Стало лишь безумия искрами

I'm so broke, it makes me sick

I'm using cut up credit cards for guitar picks

So I'm acting quick

To earn some cash flow for the master plan

So I got a job

Making tacos for the working slob

Now I can't stop

'Cause there's an angel working next to me

And things are great

Nothing really matters when you're talking to the taqueria girl

And now within a week

I've told her about the prophecy

She says to me

"Let's not wait another afternoon

Let's get a tank

Let's rob a bank

Let's go today before they close

Let's get up and let's get up and

By tomorrow no one knows"

I go along

Nothing can go wrong when I am talking to the taqueria girl

Now I'm sitting on the ground downtown at the First National Bank

With a sack of money in my right hand and in my left a hand grenade

Buddy Holly told me just the other day

To take my songs out on the road

But first I got to get paid

And if things go right

We'll leave this town with our pockets full tonight

And it will be

The greatest thing that you have ever seen

And if I fail

I'll use my only phone call to be talking to the taqueria girl

I will be talking to the taqueria girl