Last time the dark future called out to me The Cyberpunk world took over me But my brain- it hit the technoshock wall And i'm better now but still hear the call I knew it was time i jacked back in- LETS ALL CYBERPUNK AGAIN!! Cause in the technoshock future, the science is high, The worlds chipped and enhanced, and it's ready to fly, And no matter your job, or mission in life You got metal and gadgets to ease the strife, And no one really knows how half the shit works- Or how to get past all the cyber-quirks, So as technology went into warp drive A new ruling class came into your lives. We’re the renegade mechanics with the cyber-know-how To bring future tech to the here and now- And if you think you can sweat us- boy your out of luck Cause it's hard to put the lean WHEN YOUR SPINE'S LOCKED UP! So if your cyber-limb is pulsed, or your rail gun’s a jam We’re the bad boys that can give you the slam! There ain't no machine that we can’t rebuild Or graft onto flesh- all packaged and sealed. And my own cyberware- yeah it’s top of the shelf, Ain’t like nothing you own, cause I built it myself! So weather our name starts with mech’ or a med’ In three seconds flat we’ll put any job to bed CAUSE I'M A TECH! AND I'M WRECKING THE DECK! Making super-cyberware from your everyday junk I’m a master technician who’s a cyberpunk! In the dark future there’s a new breed of man Who took maximum tech by the throat and the hand, I say keep your skill chips and your plug in guns Cause to me your just having kid toy fun. A cyber-limb’s nothing but another sight gag And your subtle implants just ain’t my bag Cause I left my meat on the city street on the day that I was born- I was left for dead with a bullet in the head And no past I could mourn, So I cashed in my markers and all of my fame For a full metal body and a brand-new name- Now I’m a full conversion package on a linear frame With railgun arms and a biopod brain, Got a rocket proof hull that’s as thick as a tank And a co-processor - WITH FULL COMBAT RANK! Now the people in charge say I’m cyber-psycho And their dogging my steps everywhere I go, But they don’t know the power, never felt the thrill- OF A FULL TILT CHROMED OUT SUPERCHARGED KILL! Cause when I opened my eyes I soon realized- I used to be a punk, now I’m lord of the flies! I'M A FULL CONVERSION BORG! AND I'M FILLING THE MORGUE! Yeah- I’m Destroying all flesh- I ain’t taking no junk Cause I’m a demon machine that’s a cyberpunk! It’s the dark future and you may not recognize All the changes that’s been brought to our lives. The world economy shattered in the big crash And the government's crumbled cause they had no cash. Big business bought ‘em out without a shout or a holler Cause there the ones that had the big Euro-dollar. Now the laws of the world are made from the boardroom Cause the suit clad corpo's got all the big boom! And with the fortune five-hundred controlling politics Cops are the ones who get the end of the sticks. The guy that runs the beat is in over his head, Out cybered, out gunned, going to wind up dead. And the special task forces are towing the line- Gettin metaled up to fight the psycho crime! C-swat, Psychdive, Cyb-enforcement and Max-tac are pounding down the major endorsement! But when you think about the rules they break or bend- Will they wind up on the gun’s other end? But when something goes wrong you’ll have the media there And no matter the story they will hit public air. Cause in the dark future the news plays a new game- They defy corporate muscle to try to make fame. They dig for the stories no one wants you to see Then they fight for their lives to get it on TV And the media's and cops, when they got to get it quick, They go to a fixer whose CHIPPED IN THICK! News and information, or technology, Cyberware or bolt-holes, it’s a fixer you should see. They’re technoshock gangsters, yeah that’s true, But they keep a lookout for the small guy too! And when someone gets slammed that there in with tight They pull a trauma-team card for help in flight, Cause the trauma-team promise saved many lives, “We’re there in three minutes, or we refund if he dies!” And they can make the promise cause they pull major Euro’ Since wherever there’s battle that's where they will go, Yeah the trauma-team wagon’s got it souped up tight, And they could care less bout a Friday night fire fight. They’ll even brave a roadwarrior pack That’s been hitting on a nomad track Though they won’t go there alone. Cause if you hit a nomad where you know that they roam You’ll soon be taking static from the whole caravan Cause the nomad bond - there’s nothing stronger than, And the displaced know That you got to stick together When there’s nowhere to go! Yeah- in the dark future there’s all this and more And I had to let you know what’s in store, Cause we’re on a crash course and we’ve run out of luck- I’ve seen the dark future- and its cyberpunk! CYBER! PUNK!
