[Verse] I've got bottle caps from Nuka-Cola, stacked up high, In a world gone awry, they're my treasure, oh my, Vault doors close, but I’ve got a stash, In the post-apocalyptic dash. [Chorus] Oh, bottle cap blues, they’re piling up, Like relics from a time when the world was lush, In this wasteland roam, my currency in tow, With each cap, the past stays aglow. [Verse 2] Once, they held a fizz, a pop, a cheer, Now they tell tales of yesteryear, Rusted and dusted, but they're gold to me, In a land where nothing's guaranteed. [Chorus] Oh, bottle cap blues, they’re piling up, Can’t buy a memory, but worth so much, In this wasteland stroll, my currency of old, With each cap, a story unfolds. [Bridge] While some seek water, others power cells, I hoard my bottle caps, in this desolate hell, They jingle and jangle with each step I take, In the wasteland, that’s a fair trade to make. [Verse 3] From settlements to the heart of the strip, These caps in my pocket, never lose their grip, The world’s gone to pieces, but I’ve found my stash, In these tiny treasures, my hopes do not dash.
