We've got a steampunk revolution We're tired of all your so-called evolution We've darted back to 1886 Don't ask us why; that's how we get our kicks
Out with the new In with the old Out with the new In with the old
Our underworld isn't filled with fear Just brass and copper, leather scrap, and rusty gear You can keep your hip-hop techno-pop-rock schleppin-dub I'm on my way to a coal-powered underground vintage pub
We've got a steampunk revolution We're tired of all your so-called evolution We've darted back to 1886 Don't ask us why; that's how we get our kicks
Out with the new In with the old Out with the new In with the old
Your subculture shops at the mall We build ours with blowtorch, needle, thread, and leather awl With our antique clock parts we've taken (?) fashion And now we're spreading worldwide to circle the globe with a furious passion
We've got a steampunk revolution We're tired of all your so-called evolution We've darted back to 1886 Don't ask us why; that's how we get our kicks
We've got a steampunk revolution We're tired of all your so-called evolution We've darted back to 1886 Don't ask us why; that's how we get our kicks
Out with the new In with the old
