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the stupendium - vault number 76 lyrics (part 2)

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Answer
Can
the
world
ever
be
fixed?
Is
America
buried?
Did
it
ever
exist?
Were
you
hoping
for
a
life
of
heavenly
bliss?
When
you
stepped
out
of
Vault
number
76?
Is
murdering
suburbians
getting
your
kicks?
Well,
we
ask
you
to
refrain
'til
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
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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
pretense?
Bring
a
violent
end
to
that
white
picket
fence
You
missed
my
recital
again!
Now,
there's
no
keeping
up
with
the
Joneses
I've
broken
their
noses
I've
stolen
their
clothes
and
fed
them
to
the
roaches
That
oughta
show
him
for
mowing
his
lawn
while
I'm
trying
to
focus
on
my
crosswords
Cross
words
are
through
now
Domestic
disputes
now
descend
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into
shootouts
Truth
is,
Dianne,
I
hate
your
pecan
pie
This
is
for
bringing
one
'round
to
my
luau!
Everyone's
had
that
fantasy
to
be
the
last
of
humanity
You
might
think
it's
rad
to
see
what
we'll
grow
from
this
rad
disease
The
mutations
are
past
belief
Who'd
have
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
of
bombs?
Who'd
have
thought
the
horrors
of
war
could
Answer
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
Pip-Boys
and
torches
Blood
in
the
porches
Squash
clubs
and
potlucks
and
nuclear
launches
Setting
the
Scorched
on
my
mother-in-law
is
more
fun
than
anything
before
the
war
was!
From
Boston
down
to
the
Mojave,
you
gotta
get
a
hobby,
like
slaying
all
your
neighbors
and
displaying
all
the
bodies
So
let's
all
go
to
the
lobby
and
get
ourselves
a
treat!
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