Post Apocolaspe Punk - 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

We tramped 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

Tried to make a buck but we could barely even stay aloft

Tried to swing a deal but we pissed the wrong guys off

A clock-work guitar and a flintlock bass

We’re blasting the past all over the place

And now there’s nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk

Just when we thought we had won, we were back to the start again

With no wind in our sails and the doldrums settin' in

Now I’m covered in grease from my head to toes

Slappin' the iron, but the engines 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

We tramped 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