Taco Time Machine

Friends

Into the night we ride

Armed with a set of dreams

Their nightmares can never hide

We’ll bust up their machine

We’ll give them a bop on the head

The future’s unknown

But some won’t be seen again

Remember that time we had tacos at your moms and I cut my lip on a tortilla chip

Man

Man those were simple times

Fighting on the lawn

Instead of for our lives

Now all we do is scream

And cry ourselves to sleep

Underneath the stars

Wish we could see where they are

Remember that time we had tacos at your moms and I cut my lip on a tortilla chip