Reunions (track 13 in my post-apocalyptic story)

(Verse) Radiation winds howl through the bones of the dead, 61 years old but I’m still kicking, Steak tastes like rust, whiskey burns like lead, This town’s gone to shit—ain’t that fitting? (Verse) Some sniper-totin’ girl wants to teach me to shoot, Like I ain’t put down men twice her size, Barkeep says "Two drinks," like I give a hoot, Where’s the goddamn coffee? I’m civilized! (Chorus) Oh, the wasteland’s a joke and I’m the punchline, Laugh through the pain, yeah, I’m doing just fine, Lost a briefcase, Maggie's gonna kill me, But hey—at least the company’s shitty! (Bridge) Then we found her in the shack, broken, barely alive, "Allison?" "No, just a dog with a bite," Maggie storms in, eyes wide—"She died!" I shrug: "Doc, you might wanna check your sight." Scars on her wrists tell a story untold, Ostergard’s grip left her bloody and cold. She begs for a bullet, a way to be free, But vengeance ain't sold for sympathy. (Chorus) Ohhh, Allison’s alive— But what’s left inside? Broken gears in a hollow machine, Spitting fire for a man unseen. We’ll burn his empire to the ground, Turn his name to a funeral sound. The doc won’t touch her, just shakes his head, "She’s a dead woman walking—better off dead." But Maggie’s grin’s got a razor’s edge, "Nah, Doc. She’s our goddamn revenge." (Bridge) Four fuck-ups in a borrowed car, Heading west where the war scars are. Allison’s hands shake, but her aim’s still true, Ralph cracks a joke—"Well, shit. Let’s do this" (Verse) Now we’re four fools chasing ghosts in the sand, Redemption? Revenge? Pick your poison, Maggie glares like she’ll wring my neck with her hands, But hell—I lost the case, so ain’t no choice then. (Outro) The Mojave sun bleaches the past, Ostergard won’t see the bullet’s gasp. Allison loads it with a steady sigh, "Funny how ‘dead’ girls still know how to die."