[Verse 1] Marielle Redclaw, standing on the wall Watching the apocalypse settle on the mall Static on the airwaves, scratching at the glass She’s looking for a miracle to make the rations last Running through the ruins with a rifle in her hand The ultimate survivor of a broken wasteland [Pre-Chorus] Count 'em up, count 'em up, lining on the floor Just what she was looking for behind the bunker door [Chorus] Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! Fighting off the dead until the dawn has come! Got to live it up, live it up, under the red sun Grab the medicine, grab the gun! Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! [Verse 2] Marielle Redclaw, living in a backstreet Oddly specific, checking on the tweet Sitting in the palace, waiting for the blast Forty-seven health packs are going to help us last! They’re biting at my jacket, scratching at my boots But I'm fully loaded with the ultimate loots [Chorus] Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! Fighting off the dead until the dawn has come! Got to live it up, live it up, under the red sun Grab the medicine, grab the gun! Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! [Bridge] (Wild, wild wasteland...) Hear the rhythm of the heartbeats fade (Wild, wild wasteland...) Best discovery that I ever made! [Guitar Solo] [Driving 80s Synth Beat] [Chorus] Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! Fighting off the dead until the dawn has come! Got to live it up, live it up, under the red sun Grab the medicine, grab the gun! Forty-seven health packs beating like a drum! [Outro] Forty-seven... forty-seven... Keep me alive. [Fade out on a heavy drum machine beat]
