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"The Wasteland don’t kill ya quick—it teaches ya rhythm first. Gunfire’s the drum, screams the horn, and silence… that’s the bass line." -- Tod Wyoming

Now Patty stomps in with her boots all cracked,
Swingin’ her pipe and grinnin’ half-mad,
She’s got trophies clinkin’, rads on her skin,
Says “Cheyenne’s glow won’t stop me, I’ll win.”

Lora the Dweller, whispers in the dark,
Bunker full of secrets, cryptids leave their mark,
Brewin’ tea with shadows, singin’ low and slow,
"Wasteland’s got its truths that you’ll never wanna know."

So we swing, swing, swing through the ash and flame,
Every town’s a story, every ghoul’s got a name,
From the Glow to the ruins, from the storm to the stream,
We’re the wasteland’s band—livin’ Tod’s dream.

Here’s Eve the Cultist, eyes sharp as knives,
Prayin’ to the dark where no sane soul survives,
Her hymns sound sweet but they’re carved in bone,
She swears the Obelisks ain’t leavin’ us alone.

Rusty Pete’s laughin’ with a gun run dry,
Cursin’ at the rad-storms, spittin’ at the sky,
He says, “First time bein’ ghoul saved my hide today—
But damn if my bullets didn’t all walk away.”

Swing, swing, swing with a cracked old horn,
Every night in the wastes, a new myth is born,
From the mines of Thermopolis to Riverton’s flame,
We’re the wasteland’s band—livin’ Tod’s game.

Stan the Ghoul’s still trudgin’, talkin’ Midwest blues,
Knows every ruined diner and every set of shoes,
Says, “I seen too much, but I’ll drink to the end,
If death’s on the road, well, I’ll call it a friend.”

And Brick keeps wanderin’, broken words in tow,
Tiny the beast pads heavy and low,
Lost but certain, “Black rock’s this way!”
While the rest just hope they’ll live another day.

So swing, swing, swing till the sky turns green,
In a world half-dead and twice-unseen,
We’re a motley crew, but we’re still alive,
In the wasteland swing—we survive, survive!