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Beef

from Virus Diaries by Finn Martin

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Boots stepping on the concrete where the rocks meet
Night time special ops flushing out the raw meat
If you think you want beef think again promptly
Oddly the bombs never dropped on the party

Probably the odds were too damn alarming
Disarming the population is a hard feat
Hardly, break out the booze and the drugs
Wait till the bodies drop then roll up the rugs

Raise up an army of suicide barbies
Never bring a plastic knife to a gun battle
Gotta praise mommy for the do or die heartbeat
Gave up killing now she’s back in the saddle

Better pick a side let em go gather
When the dogs of war are out looking for their master
Feeling all wore out like a blood donor
But they wouldn’t take it, didn’t have the right aroma


When the enemy strikes, you better have a flashlight
Never have I seen darker days in my life
Everyone gotta hand out looking for a pardon
Me i’m just lucky i found a good partner

The look on their face when the shit got started
A bunch of dead bodies dearly departed
It’s merely an art form made out of cardboard
Got a brain in the head and blood pumping heart for

Keeping everything saturated like a drug store
Fighting through the lines like a bloodsport of sorts
Just trying to get enough food to live
Can’t grow your own when you’re living in the shit

In the midst of all this we never got our shit together
Long enough to sit and think about the bigger picture
Whether or not we ever had to run the risk
Rather be a carrier gorilla in the mist

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from Virus Diaries, released June 8, 2020

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