
she's from the vault
by Cody Tweedt
Lyrics
There is a number on her back
There is a ghost under her skin
Vault one hundred eleven cracked open
And the Commonwealth let her in
She came out clean from a dirty dream
With a Pip-Boy glow and a wedding ring
The old street bowed with a broken grin
Like the world felt guilty for letting her live
Sanctuary had a porch with no prayer
Codsworth still waiting in the radioactive air
And every mailbox on that dead-end road
Held a name that the bombs let go
She was looking for a child
But the road had teeth
Every good man here
Keeps a gun underneath
She's the man from Vault one hundred eleven
With a frozen heart and a loaded gun
She lost his home when the morning burned
Now the whole wasteland gets a second turn
She's the man from Vault one hundred eleven
Out of the cold and under the sun
If the old world died in atomic fire
She'll build from the wire
Diamond City heard her ask that name
Shaun in her mouth like a pilot light flame
Kellogg left blood on the memory glass
And the Institute hid where the shadows pass
Every faction tried to sell her fate
Steel in the sky, freedom through a gate
But a mother learns what the wasteland means
When every rescue has a price unseen
She was hunting down a future
With the past on her tongue
But the grave she carried
Was heavier than the gun
She's the woman from Vault one hundred eleven
With a frozen heart and a loaded gun
She lost her home when the morning burned
Now the whole wasteland gets a second turn
She's the woman from Vault one hundred eleven
Out of the cold and under the sun
If the old world died in atomic fire
She'll build from the wire
War never changes
But people still do
Under the rust
Something green breaks through
She is not a saint
She is not a crown
Just the last pre-war heartbeat
Still walking around
She's the woman from Vault one hundred eleven
With a frozen heart and a loaded gun
she lost her home when the morning burned
Now the whole wasteland gets a second turn
She's the woman from Vault one hundred eleven
Out of the cold and under the sun
If the old world died in atomic fire
She'll build from the wire
Vault one hundred eleven
Door open wide
The past came walking
And chose the living side