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"The Scrapyard Republic" is an anthem of revolution and self-reclamation, finding power and community among the discarded. Join the Republic! This is a powerful, metal-clanging declaration of independence. Lyrics Down Below! 👇 Intro Republic... Built from the ruin... The steel remembers... Verse 1 Mountains of metal tell stories of lives undone, The scrapyard keeps record of battles never won. But from the ruins rises a crowd that won't fade, Built from the same steel the struggle made. Every dented fender, every shattered glass screen, Represents a life that’s been brutally unseen. The government threw us out, considered us waste, But they forgot that metal still holds its taste. We are the discarded parts, the pieces they tossed away, Now we’re welding ourselves back stronger than yesterday. We don't need their approval, their polished high street sheen, We’re building a new world out of what has always been. Chorus Welcome to The Scrapyard Republic, where the broken stand tall, We answer to no one, we defy the wall. Built from the remnants, forged in the fire, A nation of the unwanted, aiming higher. We reclaim the value of the lives they ignored, From the rust and the ruin, our new future is poured. Verse 2 They come here looking for cheap copper and scrap gold, But they miss the true value, the story to be told. It’s the community we found here, amongst the debris, A brotherhood of outcasts, finally truly free. We trade skills for resources, loyalty for rent, A self-sufficient unit, on self-reliance bent. The history books might paint us as the desolate few, But we know that the power belongs to me and to you. Every clang of metal is a hammer on the new law, A declaration of independence, leaving nothing for their draw. From the mountain of mistakes, we see the clear way through, Gathering every fragment, making something sharp and new. They thought we were junk, but we are priceless and rare, A self-made society, showing them we simply don't care. The Republic stands ready, the revolution starts now! Chorus Welcome to The Scrapyard Republic, where the broken stand tall, We answer to no one, we defy the wall. Built from the remnants, forged in the fire, A nation of the unwanted, aiming higher. We reclaim the value of the lives they ignored, From the rust and the ruin, our new future is poured.