Head over Heels
I have a very good friend
The kind of girl who likes to follow a trend
She has a personal style
Some people like it, others tend to go wild
You hear her voice everywhere
Taking the chair
She’s a leading lady
And with no trace of hesitation she keeps going
Head over heels
Breaking her way
Pushing through unknown jungles every day
She’s a girl with a taste for the world
(the world is like a playing-ground where she goes rushing)
Head over heels
Setting the pace
Running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace
She’s extreme, if you know what I mean
Her man is one I admire
He’s so courageous...
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 (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 pissed 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 doldrums settin′ in...