Dead Beans

Hey look what I figured out how to do! [Verse 1] Woke up late, the street was red Sirens screaming, people dead News said stay inside today Dead hands scraped the paint away Checked the jar above the sink Not a bean. I couldn’t think Dead man knocked against the screen Great. There goes my caffeine [Pre-Chorus] I could run and grab a chair I could say a little prayer I could think this whole thing through But first I need my brew [Chorus] Dead beans, dead streets Dead man dragging both his feet Brains? Nah, I need my brew One hot cup and I’ll get through Dead lights, dead town Whole world falling sideways down Brains? Nah, I need my brew I’ve got hell to stumble through [Verse 2] Put on shoes and grabbed my coat Took a hammer, left a note “Back by noon, if I survive Do not let the dead inside” Front door stuck, I kicked it wide Told myself, “Just step outside” Cars were crashed across the street Glass was crunching under feet [Pre-Chorus] Corner shop was broken glass I stepped over, hurried past Café sign was still in view So I kept walking for my brew [Chorus] Dead beans, dead streets Dead man dragging both his feet Brains? Nah, I need my brew One hot cup and I’ll get through Dead lights, dead town Whole world falling sideways down Brains? Nah, I need my brew I’ve got hell to stumble through [Bridge] At the café, door was tight Hands were pounding from outside People shoved the tables near Someone passed me half a spear I said, “Coffee, if you can” She said, “Hold this garbage can” So I braced it with my knee While she pulled a shot for me Boards came out from storage racks Chairs got nailed across the cracks I got burned and lost the lid Still, I drank the thing. I did. [Verse 3] Now we’re trapped behind the till Holding plywood to the sill Someone’s crying by the sink Someone’s counting what we drink Three full bags of beans in store Chairs wedged tight against the door Grinder coughs, the lights shine blue Could be worse. I got my brew [Final Pre-Chorus] Maybe help will come by two Maybe no one has a clue Maybe this is where we’re through Still, I finally got my brew [Final Chorus] Dead beans, dead streets Dead man dragging both his feet Brains? Nah, I need my brew One hot cup and I’ll get through Dead lights, dead town Whole world falling sideways down Brains? Nah, I need my brew I’ve got hell to stumble through Dead beans, locked doors Dead hands banging on the boards Brains? Nah, they’ll have to queue We’re still working on the brew [Outro] Na-na-na, dead are knocking Na-na-na, milk is frothing Na-na-na, lights are flickering blue Na-na-na, boards are holding Na-na-na, coffee’s golden Na-na-na, nah, I need my brew Woke up to the end times With nothing else to do But walk into disaster For one decent brew #indiepop #indiemusic #zombie #zombiemusic