Post-Apocalypse Punk (исполнитель: Abney Park)
It was 1906, but we screwed the timeline up. It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up. I jumped through time, at the count of jump (Yeah, kinda like a pun) Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up, Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk. Tried makin' a buck but we can barely stay aloft. Tried to swing a deal but we [bad word] the wrong guys off. Clock-Work guitar and a flintlock bass, We blasted 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 [bad word] settin' 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 we screwed the timeline up. It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up. I jumped 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.