[Intro]
Smoke on the Strip, shadows in the air,
Neon ghosts whisper, they don’t care.
The King’s crown flickers, a faulty glare,
War drums echo—ain’t no prayer.
[Verse 1]
Steel boots stomp through the Mojave sands,
Freedom’s a mirage in their calloused hands.
Silver tongues twist, promises decay,
They plant their flag, but the chips won’t stay.
They came for the dice, the shine, the gold,
But Vegas don’t fold, its soul too bold.
[Prechorus]
Red stars rising, spines start bending,
A city’s fight never-ending.
[Chorus]
Concrete and casinos, they want it all,
The brighter the lights, the harder the fall.
New Vegas stands, wild and free,
But the NCR’s eyes bleed greedily.
[Verse 2]
Brahmin caravans with a thousand troops,
Legion laughs from the canyon’s loops.
Kings in alleys, ghouls in the vault,
Every cracked pavement tells of assault.
The Lucky 38, its tower high,
Watches the NCR try and lie.
[Bridge]
(Spoken, ambient)
Papers burned, treaties torn,
Every gamble leaves scars worn.
The Mojave cries, dry as bone,
No victor here, just a desolate throne.