Everything's a God Damned Taco

Verse 1 I walked into a Mexican place, Wanted a taste of that authentic grace, Asked the guy, “What should I try?” He said, “Pick your shell, we’ll fill it inside.” Burritos, enchiladas, tostadas too, They’re all the same, just wrap that slop. Whether I roll it or fold it flat, It’s all just one big culinary trap. Chorus Oh, everything’s a god damned taco, Wrap it up, and away we go. Corn or flour, soft or hard, It’s beans, meat, cheese—it ain’t that hard. Verse 2 I said, “What about chimichangas then?” He grinned and said, “That’s just deep-fried, my friend.” Nachos, taquitos, chalupas, please! It’s all the same, just meat and cheese. Put it in a bowl, serve it on a plate, Doesn’t change what’s on my slate. Whether I scoop it or use a fork, It’s all just seasoned beef and pork. Chorus Oh, everything’s a god damned taco, Stack it up, but it’s all for show. Add some guac or salsa verde, It’s still the same ol’ food parade. Bridge I’ve tried ‘em all, every single kind, Hoping one day I’ll blow my mind. But every bite and every taste, Feels like I’m stuck in a tortilla-based fate. They call it new, they call it bold, But it’s just beans in another mold. Tried hard-shell, soft, and in between, I’m just eating the same cuisine. Chorus Oh, everything’s a god damned taco, Spice it up, but we all know, Add some lime, call it fusion— Still just a taco in confusion.