The Beef Chief (NOT HUMAN....Eat at your own risk)

Southern rock, blues rock, baritone male vocals

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[Intro]
[distorted electric guitar riff, slide guitar accents]

[Verse 1]
[spoken baritone vocals]
Hailing all scavengers, tunnel rats, and chrome huffers. Are you tired of chewing on irradiated boot leather? [bass and drums enter] Does your stomach growl louder than a pack of feral ghouls? Then you need to follow the smell of the charcoal to... [guitar slide]

[Chorus]
[full band, driving rhythm]
The Beef Chief!

[Verse 2]
[spoken vocals]
People always ask me, "Chief, how do you find such prime cuts in a world of dust?" And I tell 'em, it's all about the selection. We don't use that synthetic soy paste. We don't use that two-hundred-year-old canned mystery mush. No sir, this is organic. This is local. This is sustainable. This is... the people's beef.

[Chorus]
[distorted guitar soloing]
The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed.

[Verse 3]
[spoken vocals]
Look at that marbling now. I know what the rumors say. Some folks claim my Long Pig Porterhouse looks a little too much like their old bunkmate, Steve. But I promise you, it's not people.

[Chorus]
[vocal harmonies enter]
It's the Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed.

[Bridge]
[guitar solo, bluesy bends and slides]
High protein for you angels, and they practically walk themselves right into the butcher shop laughing all the way to the flame. Don't look at the teeth in the stew, friend, just taste the flavor. That's the flavor of... friendship.

[Outro]
[spoken vocals]
Don't be a stranger, because at the end of the day, everyone's got a little Chief in 'em. Literally. We're located at the rusted-out overpass on Sector 4. Mention this broadcast and get a side of finger fries for half a gallon of high-test.
[Chorus]
The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed. The Beef Chief! It's what's for dinner, and lunch, and breakfast, and... well, your next. Come on down, we're always looking for new... inventory. Stay hungry, wasteland.
[final guitar chord rings out]

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[Intro] [distorted electric guitar riff, slide guitar accents] [Verse 1] [spoken baritone vocals] Hailing all scavengers, tunnel rats, and chrome huffers. Are you tired of chewing on irradiated boot leather? [bass and drums enter] Does your stomach growl louder than a pack of feral ghouls? Then you need to follow the smell of the charcoal to... [guitar slide] [Chorus] [full band, driving rhythm] The Beef Chief! [Verse 2] [spoken vocals] People always ask me, "Chief, how do you find such prime cuts in a world of dust?" And I tell 'em, it's all about the selection. We don't use that synthetic soy paste. We don't use that two-hundred-year-old canned mystery mush. No sir, this is organic. This is local. This is sustainable. This is... the people's beef. [Chorus] [distorted guitar soloing] The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed. [Verse 3] [spoken vocals] Look at that marbling now. I know what the rumors say. Some folks claim my Long Pig Porterhouse looks a little too much like their old bunkmate, Steve. But I promise you, it's not people. [Chorus] [vocal harmonies enter] It's the Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed. [Bridge] [guitar solo, bluesy bends and slides] High protein for you angels, and they practically walk themselves right into the butcher shop laughing all the way to the flame. Don't look at the teeth in the stew, friend, just taste the flavor. That's the flavor of... friendship. [Outro] [spoken vocals] Don't be a stranger, because at the end of the day, everyone's got a little Chief in 'em. Literally. We're located at the rusted-out overpass on Sector 4. Mention this broadcast and get a side of finger fries for half a gallon of high-test. [Chorus] The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! It's the meat you need when the world is dead. The Beef Chief! The Beef Chief! Keep the fire hot and the belly fed. The Beef Chief! It's what's for dinner, and lunch, and breakfast, and... well, your next. Come on down, we're always looking for new... inventory. Stay hungry, wasteland. [final guitar chord rings out]

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