Crunch the Taco, punks! Tin tray, cheap throne, salsa on my sleeve. You said "stay hungry," I said "watch me leave." Dust, static, heat in the chrome-night air — a taco with a thunderous stare. No map, no mercy, just the crack of glass. We laugh at the back door, then kick it in at last. Punk taco, punk taco — tear up the plate! Punk taco, punk taco — too loud to wait! Salt, flame, and nerve in a paper crown — Punk taco, punk taco — we don't back down! Boogar's shadow, all rust and hunger, but the engine bites and the night gets younger. The bio-whale circles, the air goes thin — we move as one, and we move to win. Punk taco, punk taco — tear up the plate! Punk taco, punk taco — too loud to wait! Salt, flame, and nerve in a paper crown — Punk taco, punk taco — we don't back down! Paper wraps, sharp teeth, we make the mess our own. Let's taco 'bout it! Just friends, noise, nerve, and going home. Punk taco, punk taco — tear up the plate! Punk taco, punk taco — too loud to wait! Salt, flame, and nerve in a paper crown — Punk taco, punk taco — we don't back down! Punk taco power! Woo! Punk taco.
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