The methods aren’t always… conventional. - Hilde OC [FALLOUT SONG]
This is a fast-paced, darkly comic indie rock track with neo-noir touches. The intro features sparse upright piano and muted guitar, with a dry, half-spoken vocal. Verse 1 launches into brisk drums, gritty bass, and clipped guitar stabs, matching the sharp-tongued delivery. Brief synth pulses accent punchlines. The pre-chorus strips to tremolo electric guitar, intermittent snare, and tense pads, giving space for confessional vocals. The chorus explodes as “Death-Granny” enters: wild distorted guitars, pounding toms, honky-tonk piano, and manic layers of gang vocals. Verse 2 heightens with siren-like synths, heavier percussion, and layers of dissonant rhythm guitar, building intensity and controlled chaos into the next section.
The methods aren’t always… conventional. - Hilde OC [FALLOUT SONG]
This is a fast-paced, darkly comic indie rock track with neo-noir touches. The intro features sparse upright piano and muted guitar, with a dry, half-spoken vocal. Verse 1 launches into brisk drums, gritty bass, and clipped guitar stabs, matching the sharp-tongued delivery. Brief synth pulses accent punchlines. The pre-chorus strips to tremolo electric guitar, intermittent snare, and tense pads, giving space for confessional vocals. The chorus explodes as “Death-Granny” enters: wild distorted guitars, pounding toms, honky-tonk piano, and manic layers of gang vocals. Verse 2 heightens with siren-like synths, heavier percussion, and layers of dissonant rhythm guitar, building intensity and controlled chaos into the next section.
Lyrics
Intro – Spoken | Nick Valentine
Ellie…
remember how you said “bring me something interesting”?
Yeah.
I think I brought home a war crime with a sense of humor.
Verse 1 – Nick Valentine | fast, dry delivery
She burst through my door like a bad punchline,
Dust in her hair, grin said “you’re mine.”
Didn’t want help, didn’t want a lead,
She wanted a trail — loud, bloody, and guaranteed.
She joked while loading a mini-nuke,
Asked if my insurance “covered shook.”
Sarcasm flying faster than lead,
I should’ve left.
Instead, I said “Go ahead.”
Pre-Chorus – Nick
Ellie, every word she spoke
Painted pictures I can’t un-see, folks.
Chorus – Death-Granny | manic, gleeful
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
Boom first, questions never!
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
Grandma’s fun lasts forever!
Verse 2 – Nick Valentine | escalating chaos
Raiders ran screaming like it was scripted,
Brotherhood knights suddenly reconsidered.
Institute? Oh, they tried to be smart—
She redecorated labs with nuclear art.
Super Mutants learned new bedtime fears,
A Behemoth popped like cheap fireworks cheers.
She clapped.
I stared.
Ellie, I aged ten years.
Pre-Chorus – Nick
She called it “exercise”, said I looked pale—
Asked if I wanted tea after the railgun hail.
Chorus – Death-Granny
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
Smile while the world explodes!
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
That’s just how grandma rolls!
Bridge – Nick Valentine | rapid-fire absurdity
She dug a Vault by hand.
I wish I joked.
Threw chems at Mama Murphy — motivational poke.
Tamed a Deathclaw, named him Bob,
Said “every family needs a pet,” shrugged it off.
Ellie…
please tell me you’re sitting down.
Final Chorus – Dual | high energy
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
— Nick: I saw hell laugh today
The methods aren’t always… conventional!
— Granny: C’mon detective, don’t walk away!
Outro – Spoken | Nick
Did we save the grandson?
…Probably.
We might need to go back.
And Ellie?
I’m bringing earplugs.