Kleptocrats, ugly, fat traitors
Fauntleroys crunchin' big data
My cell phone and my TV
Keep a surveillance folder on me
From a Panopticon in Silicon Valley

We're the
Diesel PunX
Hammerhead lunks
Crank our wrenches on
Bombers and junks
Scrap yard monks
Brown leather drunks
Wartime whiskey
Under our bunks

Over the power grid...Diesel PunX
There's a vampire.........squid

While you live on
your cream puff all
peevish
We seek noxious fumes and
va va voom
cleavage

We do the low life work
With our hands
To block you avatars in your trance
We bring black swans & nuts and bolts revenge


We're the
Diesel PunX
Hammerhead lunks
Crank our wrenches on
Bombers and junks
Scrap yard monks
Brown leather drunks
Wartime whiskey
Under our bunks

Our balaclava...
Will be their Golgotha...

Joe Luddite...
Smash AI...
All our rights
in a
Black Box they hide

We're the PunX in the welding masks
For absolute straight shooting just ask
But best not fuck with Angelos and Tonys


We're the
Diesel PunX
Hammerhead lunks
Crank our wrenches on
Bombers and junks
Scrap yard monks
Brown leather drunks
Wartime whiskey
Under our bunks

We're Reality Winner
Diesel PunX
Not agitprop spinners
Diesel PunX

We'll be stoic through famine
Diesel PunX
I'm indifferent to Mammon


Lyrics submitted by Skibz777

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