Corona

Corona

Minutemen

The people will survive
In their environment
The dirt, scarcity, and the
Emptiness of our south
The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit

The dirt, scarcity and the
Emptiness of our south
There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a Corona
Five cent deposit

Written by BOON
Published by BUG MUSIC

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