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Out in the waste he hides

A myth he is to the land

In search of weapons and food

Survival his task at hand

Raiders and mutants cower

As he walks the streets at night

Purifying the earth

One bullet at a time

Chorus:

Born of the vault

Purified by the waste

Child of the war

Death soon his fate

Guiding civilization

He's the world's harbinger

Last hope for humanity

He's the lone wanderer

Have we lost all hope

For this country once ruled by man?

No justice to be found

No guiding hand

Only one man's vision

A world free of sin

To save a nation

And live again