Patrolling The Mojave Makes You Wish For a Nuclear Winter

A Mojave sun is so relentless, and my skin's burned to a crisp

But oh, how I cheer for a blast, so severe that I need a rad-proof vest

Patrolling the Mojave makes me wish for a nuclear winter

Where the frostbite nips at my toes

No more Fiends or NCR

Just a world blown up so far

That it's snowing in New Vegas I suppose

I see deathclaws in the distance

And I know I'm gonna die

But a mushroom cloud

Would make me so proud

To see them vaporize

Now it's snowing in New Vegas I suppose

So I'm dreaming of a nuclear winter, with every sunset that I see

May your rads be high, and your vaults stay dry

And may Armageddon set me free

So I'm dreaming of a nuclear winter, with every sunset that I see

May your rads be high, and your vaults stay dry

And may Armageddon set me free