Do we think that the world could ever be fixed? Is America buried? Did it ever exist? Were you hopin' for a life full of heavenly bliss? When you stepped out of Vault Number 76
Feels like we've waited forever for this Dust off those chips and selection of dips Rehydrate those ancient celery sticks 'Cus we're gonna have a party down in 76
Today's a day for celebration We've been locked away But we've been making preparations Sweep away decay And all the waves of devastation Now we're dawning Of the day of reclamation Preservation of the nation Is a fate we've waited Every day in dedication To build a haven Pave the way for generations Of what's left of Vault-Tec participation
Deep beneath the wastes of Virginia's A place where we could have stayed safe for millennia But tensions get frayed after just a few decades So we're certain that the surface Ought'a be a little friendlier Shine your shoes because the hour is at hand for Joining hand to hand with fellow man to save the land, so I packed some dandy apples In a satchel with some BlamCo Stepped out of the gate to meet my neighbors And it's BlamCo
Do you think that the world could ever be fixed? Is America buried? Did it ever exist? Were you hopin' for a life full of heavenly bliss? When you stepped out of Vault Number 76?
Were you lost in awe Well you'd better be quick Build a hovel from the rubble while the reverie sticks 'Cus you've got to build a heaven using death as the bricks If you want to have a life out of 76
I don't want to set the world on fire But your house will do just fine Got you thinking maybe now's a prudent time Add some traps to send the rowdy mutants flying Now I'm an optimist But was it a bad decision To make a mission out of living In a vicious cataclysm? Sitting in the wilderness And killing for provisions A vault may have its faults But all the halls were air conditioned Ever dweller went from level headed fella' to a villain So forgive me if it's not what I envisioned But with citizens selected out of brilliant civilians I thought that some decorum Whilst exploring was a given
"Hi Joe! How you doing today? I haven't seen you since the vault barbacue last May!" (Gunshots) "Alright! Awh jeez! Ok! You can keep the carcass I'll be on my way!"
So country road Take me home To a place that won't irradiate my bones Hear a silly little ditty with a playful tone Transmitting from the middle of the danger zone
Country road Take me there To a pretty little crater in the open air It's a bright new future so don't be scared 'Cus everything glows with a bright green glare
Can the world ever be fixed? Is America buried? Did it ever exist? Were you hopin' for a life full of heavenly bliss? When you stepped out of Vault Number 76 Is murdering suburbians getting your kicks? Well we ask you to refrain 'til the population is fixed Rest assured that every resident was carefully picked To be remembered as a member of 76
"Vault-Tec reminds you Your purpose on the surface Is to work to survive through Adversity by working with the persons beside you"
"Nah, I never liked you, I'm gonna craft some ammo and fight you!"
There was a time I'd smile and pretend That I liked all my friends When society ends Tell me why the pretence Bring a violent end To that white picket fence "You missed my recital again!" Now there's no keeping up with the Jones' I've broken their noses I've stolen their clothes And fed them to roaches That ought to show him for mowing His lawn whilst I'm trying to focus On my crosswords Crosswords are through now Domestic disputes now descend into shootouts Truth is Dianne I hate your pecan pie This is for bringing one round to my luau!
Everybody's had that fantasy To be the last of humanity You might think that it's rad to see What'll grow from this rad disease The mutations are past belief Who'd've guessed these nuclear arms Would give me literally nuclear arms? I hear ground zero has some loot we can farm So what is the harm If we drop another couple'a bombs?
Who'd have thought the horrors of war could be awesome When chalking them up against the boredom Before things were torched and We're forced to reform from assortments of morons A quarter century's quarrels laid dormant Pipboys and torches Blood on the porches Squash clubs and pot lucks And nuclear launches Setting the Scorched on my mother-in-law is More fun than anything before the war was!
From Boston down to Mojave You gotta get a hobby Like slaying all your neighbors And displaying all the bodies Now let's all go to the lobby And get our selves a treatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
