[Intro]
Buh, hah!
Hello, Pandora fans
Hello, Pandora fans
Hello, Pandora fans
We’re riding back to the Moon and back
I said hello, Pandora fans
We’re riding back to the Borderlands
[Verse 1 - Borderlands]
Every brilliant story begins with a vault
And if this is familiar, well, it isn’t my fault
This vault was a rumour, full of fat loot, sir
Sit back, bun a fat zoot and let me ask you-ah
What would you do for such spoils and plunder?
Would you face pain, shame, flame, cold and hunger?
Assault whole bunkers, wholly outnumbered?
If you answered “yes” to all of the above
Then you’re a Vault Hunter
See? You’re hardly an angel, leave that to the Guardian Angel
The key to the vault is your grail, better get the pieces
If you falter, you fail, your goal is to dwell in this world and inhale
Up a whole different way of living, ultimate sell
With the screws and the nuts and the bolts and the nails
And the rust and the dust and the road and the rail
This is Paradise Lost and you’re going to Hell
With eighty-seven bazillion volts in your tail
Now let me tell the revoltingest tale
Full of mudslinging, salt and betrayal
Hop on the carousel and keep a hold of yourself
‘Cause the slower you roll then the colder the trail
Oi, Patricia Tannis, can you tell us what the plan is?
'Cause it's as if we cannot trust anybody on the planet
You’re a hell of a fierce woman, Helena Pierce
Couldn’t tell if your tears were really steaming your goggles
But not everything is as it appears as your Pandora peers
We should have seen you were trouble
See, now you’ve got the Vault Key, seems your plan’s faulty
It’s about to be stole by the Crimson Lance, oh jeez
So ,who’s the vermin agent that’s commanding them to steal?
Got to be nominative determination, it’s Commandant Steele
It’s time to clap back so I call up Claptrap
He’s like, “What’s that in the back?”
This track slaps, it’s like crack, you can’t get enough of it
Couple lines of filler, dripping bars for the uff of it
To flourish here, got to be hard, toughen up a bit
Borderlands is my jam and I’m loving it
Giving no fucks, open that vault up
Hold up, something’s holed up, woah, oh fuck
Buh, hah!
Hello, Pandora fans
Hello, Pandora fans
Hello, Pandora fans
We’re riding back to the Moon and back
I said hello, Pandora fans
We’re riding back to the Borderlands
[Verse 1 - Borderlands]
Every brilliant story begins with a vault
And if this is familiar, well, it isn’t my fault
This vault was a rumour, full of fat loot, sir
Sit back, bun a fat zoot and let me ask you-ah
What would you do for such spoils and plunder?
Would you face pain, shame, flame, cold and hunger?
Assault whole bunkers, wholly outnumbered?
If you answered “yes” to all of the above
Then you’re a Vault Hunter
See? You’re hardly an angel, leave that to the Guardian Angel
The key to the vault is your grail, better get the pieces
If you falter, you fail, your goal is to dwell in this world and inhale
Up a whole different way of living, ultimate sell
With the screws and the nuts and the bolts and the nails
And the rust and the dust and the road and the rail
This is Paradise Lost and you’re going to Hell
With eighty-seven bazillion volts in your tail
Now let me tell the revoltingest tale
Full of mudslinging, salt and betrayal
Hop on the carousel and keep a hold of yourself
‘Cause the slower you roll then the colder the trail
Oi, Patricia Tannis, can you tell us what the plan is?
'Cause it's as if we cannot trust anybody on the planet
You’re a hell of a fierce woman, Helena Pierce
Couldn’t tell if your tears were really steaming your goggles
But not everything is as it appears as your Pandora peers
We should have seen you were trouble
See, now you’ve got the Vault Key, seems your plan’s faulty
It’s about to be stole by the Crimson Lance, oh jeez
So ,who’s the vermin agent that’s commanding them to steal?
Got to be nominative determination, it’s Commandant Steele
It’s time to clap back so I call up Claptrap
He’s like, “What’s that in the back?”
This track slaps, it’s like crack, you can’t get enough of it
Couple lines of filler, dripping bars for the uff of it
To flourish here, got to be hard, toughen up a bit
Borderlands is my jam and I’m loving it
Giving no fucks, open that vault up
Hold up, something’s holed up, woah, oh fuck
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