War Never Changes

Static on the dial in a silent room Old world love songs bleeding through the gloom Turn that knob and hear a different tune Footsteps on the Vault floor, marching to their doom Born to a world painted Vault-Tec blue Posters on the walls saying, "It's all for you" Silver-smiling suits selling shelters and lies While sirens wrote the truth across the sky Mama held me close by the TV glow Talking 'bout a war like the ones long ago Said, "They always find a gun when they're scared of the dark" Then the screen went white with a blooming spark Steel door closes with a thunder heart Generations live where the lie can't start But a cracked old tape keeps playing that phrase Saying over and over through the static haze... War never changes, but we do Out in the wasteland, me and you Under that mushroom-colored moonlight glow We trade old sins for the seeds we sow War never changes, that much is true But I still believe in something new In every cracked Pip-Boy and worn-out shoe There's a road that leads away from what we knew Step from the Vault, taste the rad-dry air Sunburnt crosses made of twisted rebar there A knight in power armor with a rusted shine Says he's saving what's left, one bullet at a time A wandering ghoul in a cowboy hat Laughs at the past like, "I outlived that" Eyes like burned film, smile like a wanted sign Takes one more job, says, "Kid, you'll be fine." Cards on the table in a neon town Bottle caps clinking like a plastic crown Every faction claims they can set things right But they all look the same in the muzzle flash light Every flag fades into dust and rust Every bright ideal needs a little blood and trust Yet the radio whispers through the static rain That same old line like a ghost in my brain... War never changes, but we do Out in the wasteland, me and you Under that mushroom-colored moonlight glow We build small fires where the cold winds blow From trenches in books to the glass in the sand Same shaking trigger, same trembling hand Kings change faces on the money they spend But the ones in the crossfire never get to pretend History repeats like a scratched LP But the groove can jump if we choose the beat Take my hand, walk past the bones and the wire We ain't born to be kindling for somebody's fire War never changes, but we do Sing it like a prayer in the glowing blue From the vault door slam to the open sky We're the question they never wrote into their design War never changes, but we try To be more than ghosts under corporate lies In every wasteland heart that still beats true There's a world that only happens if we see it through Static on the dial, then a quiet click War never changes... but we don't have to stick to it.