Iron Weasel - Face Down In a Plate Of Nachos Lyrics

Can't believe you said it's over
I made you nachos, you called me cheap
Up all night, I'm so exhausted
Ate the nachos and fell asleep

Face down in a plate of nachos
The chips are pointy, the sauce is hot
Face down in a plate of nachos
The cheese is burning, it hurts a lot

My heart is numb, my face is number
Guacamole is on my head
Now my wounds are full of salsa
I kinda wish I was eating bread

Face down in a plate of nachos
The chips are pointy, the sauce is hot
Face down in a plate of nachos
Now this nachos are all I got