Tortilla from Inskees by Stickee

[Verse 1: Speech]
With your back towards the wall
Don't you give in at all
With your sword and your shield
You must suppress the thrill

With the grease on your nose
And your rattling bones
You must fight through this hell
'Till the sound of the bell

The grass 'tween your feet
And foil on your teeth
Must not force you to turn
Or life succumbs to burn

Your brain turns to stone
And your legs turn to mold
Finally, it is time
For some taco to die

So, boy, don't bow down
to the tortilla

[Verse 2: Preparation]
Bid your family farewell
And prepare to set sail
There's a story to write
'Bout unforgiving knights

As the cannons draw near
Teach the horses to steer
Your regrets are your sword
Brought to you by the Lord

Foes shine their glow
Now, it's time that you know
There is no turning back
For an afternoon snack

Like the smell of blood stains
Your wishes come to vain
Yet, it is time to play
One more round of this game

So, boy, don't bow down
to the tortilla

[Solo]

[Verse 3: Battle]
In a layer of white
The sun parts for the fight
As the red fabric fades
So do thoughts of today

Your sword sinks towards the prune
And your fate turns to doom
Do you question your past?
Know how long it could last?

Sadness is bent
There's no need to repent
For you have done your deed
Shed the shell to succeed

Why the rush for the tomb?
Was this not meant for you?
Ungrateful, indeed
Is the men you will see

So, boy, don't bow down
to the tortilla

[Verse 4: Climax]
They will tear you with words
So bluntly meant to hurt
Deceiving to the quest
Try to prove who's the best

Hold it in, don't let go
Don't you go pay that toll
This is not how it ends
Why'd you go make amends?

Total digital
Decisive one's and oh's
There is no in-between
For the fate that you see

"A burrito is dead"
Passing by the brain-dead
With the future draining
Pride is only a dream

So, boy, don't bow down
to the tortilla

[Verse 1: Speech (Reprise)]
So, with your back towards the wall
Don't you give in at all
With your sword and your shield
You must suppress the thrill

With the grease on your nose
And your rattling bones
You must fight through this hell
'Till the sound of the bell

The grass 'tween your feet
And foil on your teeth
Must not force you to turn
Or life succumbs to burn

Your brain turns to stone
And your legs turn to mold
Finally, it is time
For some taco to die

[Hook]
So, boy, don't bow down
to the tortilla

• Rock
• disappointment
• in your face
• singer-songwriter
• Kansas City