Night Punk.

Brazen bats, I thought you would be chrunk
and brazen bats I thought you would be chrunk
but there is nothing to your luck, no game-
no fuck and you have wasted all your luck when
you come across the Night Punk. Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.

You come across the night and yet punk
for all it is not soul and funk it is yet
cyberpunk and if you ever realize
its the 80s type. And not the 00s ripe.
And never pandering to modernist delight.
For all it is wasted in the night when it matters and
when the rain pours on you. For all the things that you
would have done too. Don't you think though?
That the world is not all castles and funk.
Nor or pop nor culture nor or poor culture
of pop culture.

Brazen bats, I thought you would be chrunk
and brazen bats I thought you would be chrunk
but there is nothing to your luck, no game-
no fuck and you have wasted all your luck when
you come across the Night Punk.~ Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.
you come across the Night Punk.~Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.
you come across the Night Punk.~Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.

They would easily say that cyberpunk is pop culture but it is all
a lie for everyone knows nothing about reading even in this time
and never could they see anything but some movie and nothing else
to medium for else all they are- are pandering thots.
You come across the Night Punk!
Cyber, cyber-cyberpunk.

Cyber, cyber punk.

You ripe for trouble causing harm for things you note do not have the pop culture charm
and in rage you reach out your arm and do harm just because you are alarmed.
The world is live and it is cyberpunk. And you still stay paralyzed in your own parlor, punk!

Brazen bats, I thought you would be chrunk
and brazen bats I thought you would be chrunk
but there is nothing to your luck, no game-
no fuck and you have wasted all your luck when
you come across the Night Punk.~ Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.
you come across the Night Punk.~Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.
you come across the Night Punk.~Cyberpunk.
Ah,ah.

When you laugh its cyberpunk!
When you sneer its cyberpunk.
When you laugh its over for you thinking you can make fun of people at the expense of your own luck. And suddenly you lost in a dark alley in a rain day casted like the night realize you do not give a fuck and have lost your way. Oh in the night punk. He beat your ass and got away.


But yet you still have allegiance to pop culture say. Its cyberpunk. Its cyberpunk.
Its cyberpunk...

Blood and puddles at your own luck.
Of terrorism and yet in the end you do not give a fuck.