MASON'S STILL GOT A STORE
There's a sign still hangin' where the wall ain't cracked
Mason's General we never looked back
It's older than fallout older than flame
But the bell still rings when you call his name
He's got bolt cutters beans a cracked canteen
One boot with laces and a jug of kerosene
No flour no sugar but maybe a can
With a label so faded it says Yes I am
Mason's still got a store
It don't stock much but it means a bit more
You fish you trap you trade your score
Just to sip a cola on that cold tile floor
Yeah Mason's still got a store
We brought him a squirrel with two extra eyes
He nodded once said Fair compromise
Threw in a nail set half a map
And a dented can of somethin' labeled sap
Zap ola Cola sittin' in the glow box bin
Costs a full week's huntin' just to win
But crack that lid and you'll hear folks cheer
It still fizzes like the end ain't near
Mason's still got a store
Some say it's cursed we say it's folklore
If the shelves don't kill ya the glow might warm
But it's the only place still open since the final storm
You want a compass that spins he's got two
Barter your belt for a can of glue
Tell him Thad sent ya he'll knock off a crumb
Mason's ain't heaven but it ain't come undone
Mason's still got a store
With glassless windows and a sandbag door
We'd hunt the wastes crawl dig and pour
Just to get a Zap ola and feel rich once more
Yeah Mason's still got a store