Up The Punx - Joyce Manor

Once before a cold explorer

Sheet like pain of fleeting horror

«So not-posh», I’m not believing

Goes non-stop before careening

Down the stairs and 'round the block

I stepped into a china shop

And turned my headlamp towards the ceiling

Can’t believe the feeling

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there this time?

Up the punx, I feel so freakish

All too real to deal with sequence

Broke-a-hontas, orange eating

Talk like that, now watch who’s screaming

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there this time?

this time?