Watch the Fool (track 10 in my post-apocalyptic story)

[Verse 1] Scrap-metal crosses in poisoned earth Ashes scattered where the green things died A boy's choked whisper: *"What was she worth?"* A woman's answer swallowed by the sky [Chorus] **I'll hunt the shadows 'til my bullets run dry! Swear on this rusted ground, that bastard will die! But first kid—there's a ghost I need you to find Some drunk fool chasing demons with a suitcase strapped behind!** [Verse 2] Flew from the west where the rad-winds scream In a bird that rattles like a broken bone Probably tracking some old warlord’s dream But likely he’s here alone Check the bar where the homebrew stings Where excuses stick like cheap alcohol He’ll spin you lies ’bout forgotten things Just nod and pour—don’t lose control. [Bridge} That briefcase ain’t for touching Just keep it moving west He’s Thornton’s blood—still running From that cult and radiation’s test Let him ramble 'bout dry wells Or Jean’s laugh in the corn Just humour all his drunken spells Til the fool heads home at dawn [Chorus] I’ll hunt the shadows ‘til my bullets run dry! Swear on this rusted ground, that bastard will die! But tonight kid—find that phantom in the haze Some sad clown drowning futures in his sideways-tumbled days! [Outro] *If we meet again… tell me his damn excuse For crawling through this hellhole… I’ll laugh ‘til my ribs bruise And if we don’t? Hell… It’s been good to fight beside you You've been a better friend than I deserve Now go.