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Why Them Bottlecaps?

Lyrics

-Spoken Melodic Intro-

Now I’ve hauled scrap iron…

I’ve hauled copper wire…

I’ve hauled half a sink through a sandstorm once…

But you know what folks really want?

That little clink… in your pocket.

-Verse 1-

There’s steel in the stations,

And gears in the ground,

There’s plastic and circuit boards

All around.

There’s pre-war money

Blowin’ down the tracks—

But nobody’s tradin’

Them old greenbacks.

You can shine up a gemstone,

Polish it bright—

But it won’t buy supper

When it’s barter night.

-Chorus-

It’s the clink, clink, clink

Of a bottlecap ring,

Little metal halos singin’ their thing.

Round and red

With a soda-pop stamp—

That’s the sound of a trader’s lamp.

Yeah it’s clink, clink, clink

When I shift my coat—

That’s the sweetest music I ever wrote.

-Verse 2-

Why not silver?

Why not gold?

Why not diamonds

From days of old?

Why not paper

With presidents’ faces?

Why tin crowns

From fizz-filled cases?

I asked a merchant

With a scar on his cheek,

He said, “Caps don’t rust in a single week.

They don’t tear,

They don’t fade—

And everybody trusts

The old Nuka label trade.”

-Chorus-

So it’s clink, clink, clink

When I walk through town,

Little metal sunsets tumblin’ down.

Stack ’em high,

Let ’em spill and roll—

That’s the wasteland’s heart and soul.

Yeah it’s clink, clink, clink

When the deal goes through—

That’s survival singin’ back at you.

-Spoken Melodic Bridge-

Now it ain’t about the soda…

It ain’t about the shine…

It’s about somethin’ everybody remembers.

Before the bombs…

Before the ash…

Everybody held one once.

Everybody popped one open.

And maybe…

That’s why we still do.

-Final Chorus-

It’s clink, clink, clink

In the desert wind,

Little pieces of where we’ve been.

Not for thirst,

Not for shine—

But for a taste of another time. 

So I’ll dig and pry

’Til my fingers ache,

For every rusty crown I take.

’Cause the past don’t last—

But the sound still taps…

Clink, clink, clink…

Bottlecaps.