Tinkers can, oh tinkers can.
Wandering the roads.
A lethal shot.
A healing hand.
An Engineer that roams.
Light the way, the tinkers can, in a dark-some land.
Restore us to, our squandered past, yes the tinkers can.
With sun and wind and wave you stand, first dawn in a dark night.
Healer to our wounded Earth, our mother set rights.
First glimmer of fair, precious hope, in a land trapped in despair.
Clean waters from the poisoned streams, bring the tinkers fair.
Face the horrors of yester-year, and wrestle them to ground.
Fearless gainst the toxic filth, our ancestors did found.
From the foulness of the colaps, our forefathers did bring.
The tinkers like a shaft of light, do a new age bring.
Learned in so many things, they walk a shatered land.
Save the best of everything, and healing bring to man.
And so mankind shall phinix like, rithesist from the flame.
And tinkers shall the first spark be, our future for to clame.