[Verse 1] Dust on our coats Old flag on my back We were scattered, small and scared Hiding off the track Then the call came down From the Castle wall "Bring your rifles, bring your courage We’re gonna free it all" (hey!)
[Chorus] Brothers of the Commonwealth Boots in the dirt, heads held high Follow the star on your chest Under this blasted sky From the farms to the broken bridge From the shore to the rusted ridge Side by side, we take it back Brothers of the Commonwealth
[Verse 2] Steel birds roaring Casting shade on the ground On the deck of the Grand Airship You can see every town APCs rolling Kicking up bone-dry sand Mutant scum and raider kings All fall to a steady hand
[Chorus] Brothers of the Commonwealth Boots in the dirt, heads held high Follow the star on your chest Under this blasted sky From the farms to the broken bridge From the shore to the rusted ridge Side by side, we take it back Brothers of the Commonwealth
[Bridge] We were just tired folk Clutching old stories Now we ride thunder Straight into glory (oh yeah) If you can hear this You’re not alone Raise that light, that mark This is our home
[Chorus] Brothers of the Commonwealth Boots in the dirt, heads held high Follow the star on your chest Under this blasted sky From the farms to the broken bridge From the shore to the rusted ridge Side by side, we take it back Brothers of the Commonwealth Side by side, we take it back Brothers of the Commonwealth
Estilo de música
country, Stomping country-rock with melodic heroic flair, male vocals leading a gritty singalong. Twangy electric guitars and banjo ride over a driving kick and snare, bass locked in steady eighths. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and ringing open chords. Fiddle doubles the main hook on turnarounds, with a brief guitar-fiddle unison lick before the final, shouted chorus.