Ibis, God of Magicks
04-11-2002, 08:04 AM
Punk Rock Heaven
Got my martins on with steely toes
Spike my hair And pierce my nose
I'm going up to Punk Rock Heaven
Hippy hell awaits you jack
Unless you take that tie-tie off you back
And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven
The smack up there is pearly white
There's always time to pick a fight
The leather pants are nice and tight
The pistols play there every night
Got my guitar, and my drum
Hey johnny plunders here I come
Coming up to Punk Rock Heaven
If I was you, I tell you son
I'd pierce my nipples with a staple gun
And make a run for punk rock heaven
The smack up there is white as snow
Pack my bags, man here I go
Maybe in an hour or so, catch a G.G. Allen show
Hey every junkie, punk and freak
If manic panic makes you weak
Then follow me and catch that train
Pleased to meet you Kurt Cobain
I need a mo-hawk, tattoo, Flannel, Plaid
A combat Booted lovely lad
To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven
-Mary Prankster
Got my martins on with steely toes
Spike my hair And pierce my nose
I'm going up to Punk Rock Heaven
Hippy hell awaits you jack
Unless you take that tie-tie off you back
And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven
The smack up there is pearly white
There's always time to pick a fight
The leather pants are nice and tight
The pistols play there every night
Got my guitar, and my drum
Hey johnny plunders here I come
Coming up to Punk Rock Heaven
If I was you, I tell you son
I'd pierce my nipples with a staple gun
And make a run for punk rock heaven
The smack up there is white as snow
Pack my bags, man here I go
Maybe in an hour or so, catch a G.G. Allen show
Hey every junkie, punk and freak
If manic panic makes you weak
Then follow me and catch that train
Pleased to meet you Kurt Cobain
I need a mo-hawk, tattoo, Flannel, Plaid
A combat Booted lovely lad
To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven
-Mary Prankster