Surviving The Fallout

I go around town, strutting like a hero and a bastard
On the exterior wearing cheap, bedraggled armour
Listening close to people, battling evil, earning karma
I'm a wasteland wanderer, a special make of character

I go on long journeys looking for some meaning in the bleakness
Trading all my earnings for something clean to hide my weakness
Packing up my worries to find a neater place to leave them
When the wasteland calls I don't hesitate to answer

Surviving the fallout
Surviving the fallout
I've stepped from the vault out/ I'll give all I've got out
Surviving the fallout

The streets are burnt and broken there's a fright going in the air
But I've been underground so long I've no time to be afraid
I hear the songs of stations calling from the life I used to face
I think of times and moments now that seem so far away

I crossed the dessert, step by step, going anywhere at all
My weapon heavy, ammo spent trying to open different locks
I want to rest, danger presses so I answer to the ca