It was 1906, but I screwed the timeline up.
It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up.
I tripped through time, at the count of jump
Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up,
Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Trying to make her buckle but we can barely stay aloft.
Tried to swing a deal but we p***** the wrong guys off.
We got one guitar and a flintlock bass,
We're blastin' the past all over the place,
And there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Just when I thought we had won,
we were back to the start again.
With no wind in our sails and the doldrums settlin' in.
Now I'm covered in grease from my head to toes,
Slappin' the iron, but the engine's froze,
And there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
It was 1906, but I screwed the timeline up.
It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up.
I tripped through time, at the count of jump
Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up,
Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up.
I tripped through time, at the count of jump
Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up,
Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Trying to make her buckle but we can barely stay aloft.
Tried to swing a deal but we p***** the wrong guys off.
We got one guitar and a flintlock bass,
We're blastin' the past all over the place,
And there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Just when I thought we had won,
we were back to the start again.
With no wind in our sails and the doldrums settlin' in.
Now I'm covered in grease from my head to toes,
Slappin' the iron, but the engine's froze,
And there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
It was 1906, but I screwed the timeline up.
It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up.
I tripped through time, at the count of jump
Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up,
Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.