No Rest for the Wicked

Vault hunters make the best of friends,

Our foes we shoot and tear and rend.

Grabbing loot and guns galore,

Always out to get some more.

…

Every day begins the same,

Hot and dry, no sign of rain.

We've all of us an axe to grind,

So we set out, there's loot to find.

…

Foes aplenty, Claptrap whines,

Onto Deathtrap Gaige does climb.

Zer0's cryptic, Krieg is crazy,

Deathtrap's hit and speaks of daisies.

…

Foes phaselocked, that's how Maya rolls,

Salvie's guns, they take their toll.

Axton's turret does its thing,

And still of daisies Deathtrap sings.

…

So the bandits beaten, now skag food.

Gaige repairs and Zer0 broods.

Guns and glory, seized again,

Cause on this world that's what makes friends.