[Song Title: A-Bomb Baby, USA! Complete Lyrics: "A-Bomb Baby, USA!"] -Intro - [ Trio Harmony, very bright and bouncy] [Echoing, with a subtle digital hum underneath] One, One, two One, two, three, One, two, three, four! We're the Rockets, hear us soar! -Verse 1- [Lead Vocalist, backed by( "ooh-ooh-oohs" )from the others] The world outside is lookin' kind of gray, (ooh-ohh-ohh!) But don't you fret, it's just a little decay! (oooo) The reds are creepin', but they'll never take the land, (No--Noo) Not when we're holdin' on with a helping, righteous hand! (Yaa yaa) We got the bestest vault and the cleanest, freshest air (breathe it in) Just like the pamphlets promised, without a single care! (Trust Hope Nobility) -Chorus - [Full Trio, aggressive and cheerful] A-Bomb Baby, USA! We're standin' tall and we're ready to play! A-Bomb Baby, that's the tune! Gonna sing it loud and chase away the gloom! We don't need no foreign plot, We got fission, we got freedom, we got everything we've got! -Verse 2- [Second Vocalist, playful but slightly metallic tone] The radio's cracklin', maybe a little fright, But everything is perfect when you're baskin' in the light! We gave our souls to freedom, and our voices to the cause, A permanent arrangement, without any pause. They put us on a mainframe, they said it's safe inside, No rust, no raider scum, nowhere left to hide! -Chorus - [Full Trio, slightly faster, with a vocal glitch on "play"] A-Bomb Baby, USA! We're standin' tall and we're ready to (p-p-pl--pla-play-Play-PLAY!!) [Fast, high-pitched skip] A-Bomb Baby, that's the tune! Gonna sing it loud and chase away the gloom! We don't need no foreign plot, We got fission, we got freedom, we got everything we've got! -Bridge - [Spoken Word, very smooth and enthusiastic announcer voice, then a dark turn] [Sound of a stylus dropping on a vinyl record. Announcer is the AI/Enclave Voice.] ("Citizens, your continued cooperation is appreciated. Remember: A healthy mind is a loyal mind. The Rockets are working for you. They never tire. They never age. They simply obey.") [One of the Rockets whispers in a distorted, panicked voice] No, please, turn off the feed... I see the fire outside the screen... [Musical Break - Big Band Swing featuring a bright, almost manic saxophone solo, quickly resolving into a tight, military snare drum rhythm] -Chorus - [Full Trio, returning to hyper-cheer, overwhelming the listener] A-Bomb Baby, USA! We're standin' tall and we're ready to play! A-Bomb Baby, that's the tune! Gonna sing it loud and chase away the gloom! We don't need no foreign plot, We got fission, we got freedom, we got everything we've got! -Outro - [ Trio Harmony fades out, slowing down, digital processing increases] [Sound of an old radio station signal dying] Everything we've got... Everything we've got... We're the Rockets, hear us (soooooar)... [Pitch drops, ends with a cold, digital shutdown tone]
