The Chalupa Incident

I'm parked in the middle of the drive-thru
The cars start to line up behind
But I can't seem to find you on the menu
And I'm sitting here wondering why
I tell them I'm having the usual
Sir, we've never seen you before
Well okay then I'll have the Chalupa
Sir, we don't serve those anymore

There's only two ways this could end
It's either I'm dead or a Chalupa in hand
And I won't go until I can see you again
A life without you is a life which I'd rather be dead
...
Thе customers behind me arе angry
They think I am buying the store
I've waited an hour for its comeback
And I'll wait two-hundred fifty-seven more
I roll up the windows in defiance
The yelling is hurting my ears
And the longer I sit here in silence
The longer it feels like you're near

Well there's only two ways this could end
It's either I'm dead or a Chalupa in hand
And I won't go until I can see you again
A life without you is a life which I'd rather be dead
...
Security is called
I can't deny that I'm at fault
Never thought this would be the day
But before I start to melt away
There's one last thing I really need to say
...
There's only two ways this could end
It's either I'm dead or a Chalupa in hand
And it doesn't look as if I will hold you again
I guess that it's time for me to meet you up in heaven my friend