Deadlands: Hell on Earth

The Future's So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades

I was made from nuclear science
I love my crassness
I got a crazy preacher, he wears dark glasses
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting jack of spades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades

I've got a syker waitin' for my evaluation
Rolling them dice -- creating lots of fear
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting queen of spades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades

Well I'm ugly as sin and this world's demise
I've got a peeping-dex junker with x-ray eyes
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting king of spades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades

I am part nuclear science
I love my crassness
I got a crazy preacher, he wears dark glasses
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting ace of spades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades, I gotta wear shades

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Credits: Lyrics copyright Ken Grey, 2002.  This site copyright Edmund Metheny and Sophie  Lagacé, 2002. Deadlands: Hell On Earth written and designed by Shane Lacy Hensley, copyright Pinnacle Entertainment, 1996-1998.