Back to the Borderlands

The 18th song of my album called Online.
This song is about Borderlands
You can purchase this song on my Ko-Fi at https://ko-fi.com/frostbrand/shop

Lyrics:

Ha-Ha-Ha! Get off my bus!

Get off the bus into a rundown pit
Annoying little robot steps to me
Gives me some tech and shit
Expects help killing bandits for free

Piss off the locals and kill some skags
Blind guy points a gun down the road
Rev that engine jump and brag
Killin psychos, suicide guys explode

Never a place to rest my head
Gunfire’s always starting back
Just reboot digital if I’m dead
Come back from nothing but the black

Kill the giant rat with big bad breath
Ghost the hulk in the armory
From ambush to aliens back from death
This world is a hell to see

Guns! Guns! And more Guns!

Bring on the wasteland,
Psychos and Scooter’s cars!
Hot sun, burning sand,
Ain’t no law, no cells ‘n bars!
Shoot em all down,
Let em gang back up!
Toss em in the sludge to drown,
Vampire grenades fuck em up!
Searchin for the vault takes time,
Marcus guns, Ellie’s trucks! (thick)
Ride em hard, fast, grind,
Put em in the ground, we don’t give a fuck!
Turrets and launchers drop,
Blood wing takes the stage!
Wheat from the chaff like a crop,
Pandora is in the Borderlands age!

Kill and fight in Moxxi’s under dome
Claptrap never stops talking
You ain’t never goin home
Handsome Jack is stalking

From shitty pretzels to unicorns
Mining crews and slave labor
Everyone covered in guts adorn
Drinking tea and gasoline with a neighbor

We’re not having a pizza party
Fire the city rockets up
Bullymongs and stinky racks hearty
Hunting for old Earl’s skag pup

Moon base gunfights with lasers
Torgue fucking blows up everything
A wasp for a DJ with razors
Staring at Moxxi’s G-string

Ha-Ha-Ha! No Refunds!

Bring on the wasteland,
Psychos and Scooter’s cars!
Hot sun, burning sand,
Ain’t no law, no cells ‘n bars!
Shoot em all down,
Let em gang back up!
Toss em in the sludge to drown,
Vampire grenades fuck em up!
Searchin for the vault takes time,
Marcus guns, Ellie’s trucks! (thick)
Ride em hard, fast, grind,
Put em in the ground, we don’t give a fuck!
Turrets and launchers drop,
Blood wing takes the stage!
Wheat from the chaff like a crop,
Pandora is in the Borderlands age!

Guns that shoot more guns
Raiding the stellar casino grand
When the world trip is done
Delete the evil twins from the land

With secret stories and lots of vaults
Never a moment without a gun
Marcus will say it’s not his fault
We were just having fun

Sirens, ninjas, soldiers and dwarves
Hunters, psychos, mecha and rangers
Play some RPG with Tina and dragon wars
There’s always New-U, never in real danger

Shooting guns and driving cars
Meet my old friends on one hand
Unleash angel from the stars
I’m going back to the borderlands