PSYCHIC MIGRAINE 

 

pulled into a Motel 6

I was feeling more than a little sick 

it was the nachos 

from the taco truck 

and i puked my guts out in the parking lot 

 

now I got a room with a queen bed

it's room 5, I hope there ain't no bed lice

I drink some jack daniel's and I do up a line 

that's when I know it's almost prime time 

 

Now down to the bar for a little fight

I see the taco truck chef drinking fuckin bud light

I said motherfucker get ready to die

and that's when he threw a jalapeño in my eye

that really hurt