Intro – blue velvet They said the world was ending. I said, “Pour mine first.” Megaton. Blue velvet. Wasteland approved. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Sky turned black, whole city went silent Smoke in the distance, streets getting violent Sirens gave up, no lights in the grid But I’m laid back smooth like I always did Gas mask fitted, gold stripe clean Blue velvet shining through a dead man’s dream Boots in the rubble, glass in my hand Last comfortable man in a broken-down land Dark like midnight, thick when it flows Chocolate on the front, roasted malt underneath those Cookies in the pour, cream in the middle Marshmallow finish got the wasteland civil They ran for shelter, started locking every door I pulled up a chair and told ’em, “Give me one more” If the end is coming, let it come with style I’ve been dressed for destruction for a long, long while [Hook] Blue velvet tracksuit, dressed for the fall World went dark, but I’m standing tall Black gold pouring while the flames burn bright Luxury surviving through the end of the night Blue velvet tracksuit, smooth when I move Heavy in the glass with nothing left to prove Let the whole world shake, let the old walls split If this is the ending, I’m enjoying every sip [Verse 2] Wasteland approved, stamped on the side Because surviving should taste this good tonight Big and indulgent, never toned down Imperial weight when the can comes around Vanilla cream riding through a dark chocolate wave Roasted malt deep like a freshly dug grave Pillowy finish, but the pour stays mean Sweet little comfort in a fallout scene No bottled water, no crackers in a tin I brought the velvet and the darkness with me in Everybody panicked, fighting over scraps I’m posted on the throne with the blue matching slacks Old-school confidence, smooth criminal posture Glass full of midnight, looking like a monster The world may be over, but the flavor didn’t quit Megaton dropped—and I’m drinking through the hit [Hook] Blue velvet tracksuit, dressed for the fall World went dark, but I’m standing tall Black gold pouring while the flames burn bright Luxury surviving through the end of the night Blue velvet tracksuit, smooth when I move Heavy in the glass with nothing left to prove Let the whole world shake, let the old walls split If this is the ending, I’m enjoying every sip [Bridge – Half-time, darker delivery] No power. No signal. No government warning. Just smoke in the skyline And another one pouring. Gas mask on. Feet kicked up. Last glass filled. If the fallout don’t get me… This imperial will. [Verse 3] I watched the towers fall from a velvet seat Cookies by my boots, broken glass in the street They called it excess—I called it prepared When the sirens started screaming, I was already there Blue from my collar all the way to my shoes Black in the glass like the six o’clock news Smooth on the finish, but the flavor hits hard A comfort beer built for the end in the yard No need for gold when the whole bank burned No need for lessons when the world never learned All that remains is the taste and the fit So I raise one high and take another sip To the ones still standing, to the ones who stayed true To the dark roasted malt and the marshmallow smooth When history asks how I handled all of it: I survived the wasteland In a blue velvet tracksuit. [Final Hook] Blue velvet tracksuit, dressed for the fall World went dark, but I’m standing tall Black gold pouring while the flames burn bright Luxury surviving through the end of the night Blue velvet tracksuit, smooth when I move Heavy in the glass with nothing left to prove Let the whole world shake, let the old walls split If this is the ending, I’m enjoying every sip [Outro – Spoken] The world ended. The flavor didn’t. Megaton Beerworks. Blue Velvet Tracksuit. Wasteland approved.
