Up The Punx

Once before a cold explorer
Sheet like pain of fleeting horror
«So not-posh», I’m not believing
Goes non-stop before careening
Down the stairs and 'round the block
I stepped into a china shop
And turned my headlamp towards the ceiling
Can’t believe the feeling
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there this time?
Up the punx, I feel so freakish
All too real to deal with sequence
Broke-a-hontas, orange eating
Talk like that, now watch who’s screaming
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there this time? this time?