Out in the endless barren wastelands, out in the lands of the free
There lives a stone hard people, and they share this life with me.
It’s not a life for the weak of heart, or for all, most do agree
But for wandering tribal nomads,
It’s the only life we see.
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Torches aglow,
Chattel in tow,
It’s time to go,
I’m a freehand, out in the wasteland!
Out past the edge of the open wasteland, edge of the land of the free
People live like cattle, and they live in misery.
There’s sickness, crime, and suicide, in the cities by the sea
And they’re told their life is better
But that’s not the life for me.
[Chorus:]
Torches aglow,
Chattel in tow,
It’s time to go,
I’m a freehand, out in the wasteland!