The Punks Are Writing Love Songs - Tullycraft

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey

Blast beats, arena seats

And a ringtone by The Saints (ooo ooo)

Don’t know much about those weekend punks

But I’ve heard they have a claim to fame

Street fights and open mikes

Where the bar chords meet the beats (ooo ooo)

Anthems written for the discontent

But the eyeliner is key

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hoods up

Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)

Bats out

Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)

Blast beats

Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)

They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys

They sing «attack, attack, attack»

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Has-beens and safety pins

Avoid The Voidoids and their curse (ooo ooo)

You want your record on the radio

You’d better sweeten up that verse

Abbreviate the longish names

You can bet that hearts will beat (ooo ooo)

The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones

Will sing their poems at breakneck speed

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hoods up

Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)

Bats out

Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)

Blast beats

Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)

They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys

They sing «attack, attack, attack»

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)