[Verse 1]
On the edge of the world as the dust rolls in
Where the tumbleweeds blow is where we begin
Four newcomers step off of the bus
I gotta prepare, this is dangerous
The land is infested with tons of Skags
Little midgets shooting shotguns, making me laugh
Bandits and brutes, and armored crabs
Bugs, zombies too and turret blasts
We're on a mission, gotta get to the Vault though
I'm packed and strapped, kinda feeling like Rambo
A whole bunch of raiders, killers and thieves
Get anything you want from the vending machines
Spend half of my day fixing up Claptraps
Evening comes around and I'm huntin' down Rakks
You can be a Hunter if that's your thing
Walkin' around New Haven tossin' out the Bloodwing
This barren wasteland can be so tough
Gotta run and gun to get my stats up
Can't be afraid to strafe and shoot
Mad treasure huntin' skills, always picking up loot
Well, I suppose I should kill Nine-Toes right quick
And since I be Berserkin', you know I use my fists
Lightin' up my wrists with an elephant gun
It's a Jakobs bitch, one shot and you're done
So let's gear up, it's time to get ready
Tossing out grenades, here comes the Bouncing Betty
Servin' up roadkill as I drive
Old-school Blaster Master is the color of my ride
Got an itchy trigger finger, uh-huh, a little bit
Sniper blastin' out steady with the critical hit
Pandora is the name of this crazy world
I gotta stop and get some food for Crazy Earl
On the edge of the world as the dust rolls in
Where the tumbleweeds blow is where we begin
Four newcomers step off of the bus
I gotta prepare, this is dangerous
The land is infested with tons of Skags
Little midgets shooting shotguns, making me laugh
Bandits and brutes, and armored crabs
Bugs, zombies too and turret blasts
We're on a mission, gotta get to the Vault though
I'm packed and strapped, kinda feeling like Rambo
A whole bunch of raiders, killers and thieves
Get anything you want from the vending machines
Spend half of my day fixing up Claptraps
Evening comes around and I'm huntin' down Rakks
You can be a Hunter if that's your thing
Walkin' around New Haven tossin' out the Bloodwing
This barren wasteland can be so tough
Gotta run and gun to get my stats up
Can't be afraid to strafe and shoot
Mad treasure huntin' skills, always picking up loot
Well, I suppose I should kill Nine-Toes right quick
And since I be Berserkin', you know I use my fists
Lightin' up my wrists with an elephant gun
It's a Jakobs bitch, one shot and you're done
So let's gear up, it's time to get ready
Tossing out grenades, here comes the Bouncing Betty
Servin' up roadkill as I drive
Old-school Blaster Master is the color of my ride
Got an itchy trigger finger, uh-huh, a little bit
Sniper blastin' out steady with the critical hit
Pandora is the name of this crazy world
I gotta stop and get some food for Crazy Earl
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