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 all arts,
fine art to 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