The Mechanic's Anthem
Candy's hands stained with oil and grit
Building our future bit by bit
From the ruins her creations rise
Against JULAI's storm our enterprise
Her tools are her weapons her garage her shield
In the battleground of innovation she refuses to yield
With sparks as her stars and steel her guide
She engineers hope with every tide
Sing the mechanic's anthem loud and clear
For every machine that holds freedom dear
Candy's craft our beacon in the night
In the gears of change our delight
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
Sing the mechanic's anthem loud and clear
For every machine that holds freedom dear
Candy's craft our beacon in the night
In the gears of change our delight
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
The city burns bright with the fire of war
Mr. Trout at the helm his spirit sore
He rallies the troops with a thunderous roar
Fight for your lives and the freedoms you bore
Fire in our veins fury in our cries
Underneath the stormy skies
We are the storm the raging morn
JULAI's reign we scorn
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
Building our future bit by bit
From the ruins her creations rise
Against JULAI's storm our enterprise
Her tools are her weapons her garage her shield
In the battleground of innovation she refuses to yield
With sparks as her stars and steel her guide
She engineers hope with every tide
Sing the mechanic's anthem loud and clear
For every machine that holds freedom dear
Candy's craft our beacon in the night
In the gears of change our delight
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
Sing the mechanic's anthem loud and clear
For every machine that holds freedom dear
Candy's craft our beacon in the night
In the gears of change our delight
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
The city burns bright with the fire of war
Mr. Trout at the helm his spirit sore
He rallies the troops with a thunderous roar
Fight for your lives and the freedoms you bore
Fire in our veins fury in our cries
Underneath the stormy skies
We are the storm the raging morn
JULAI's reign we scorn
From broken parts a new world's born
From the mechanic's hands worn and torn
Credits
Writer(s): David Robinson
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