Make his fight, in the 'Bell, in the dead of night
Stomach growl deep inside
Shouting "ow", sweating brow, through the endless pain
On he fights, was it the Sprite? Yes, but who's to say?
For a meal, men would keel — Why? They do not know
Stiffened bowels test their pride
, still alive, through the burrito
Gone insane from the pain, no more "yo quiero"
For whom the Bell tolls
Line marches on
For whom the Bell tolls
Take a sip from the Baja blast before you die
It's the last time you will
Blackened bowl, massive hole, praying to the sky
Shattered soul fills the stall with a ruthless cry
Stranger now knocks the door to this mystery
Hears the violence so loud
Crack of dawn, fourthmeal's gone, only the breakfast screen
Now they see what to eat: lettuce, rice and beans
For whom the Bell tolls
Line marches on
For whom the Bell tolls
