Kaltsbreigher

You can keep your hip-hop techno-pop-rock schleppin-dub,
I’m on my way to a coal-powered underground vintage pub.
Your subculture shops at the mall;
we build ours with blowtorch, needle, thread, and leather awl.
With our antique clock parts we’ve taken all arts, fine art to fashion,
and now we’re spreading worldwide to circle the globe with a furious passion.

We’ve got a steampunk revolution.
We’re tired of all your so-called evolution.
We’ve darted back to 1886,
don’t ask us why; that’s how we get our kicks.