Frank from Beak Wyatt! by Primitive Heads

Frank drove his tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank
The slime king slipped from the climb ring
Toppled from his throne
Landed on his own
Undiligent bones

Fire starts to burn
Fire starts to spread
The dry riser breaching inlet was wet
We’re dead
We’re dead
We’re dead

Rossa felt sick as she took her licks
Getting punched and kicked on Route 66

The good die young and bad live on and on
The shy sing songs of the knife’s deep plunge
Will the wolf’s dry tongue reach the spring unsprung?
Will the weak weak lungs breathe strong?

Good die young
Bad live on

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