Post-apocalypse Punk Lyrics & Chords By 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