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
['denton tx indie']