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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 treat 

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