Punkretti

Five on the clock

You're done with your job

Get ready for a punkrock show

Ok you packed it a few minutes early

But still can't make it home

There's no time to waste

So pick up the pace

Looks like you gonna eat out at some local place

At some local place

While you're waiting

I know it can be a bit frustrating

You came here all sad and hungry

Five minutes please don't get angry

That's not what you're in for

We are the chefs of punkretti

We serve so get your guts ready

All fresh it's sweet and it's sour

And all you can devour

Daily you run into

All sorts of people

With flavors of different kinds

Some will be sour

A lot of them bitter

And some will make you cry

See these guys are sweet

But deep underneath

They're waiting for a moment to

Backstab you in your sleep

Wait until you sleep

It's not surprising

The ingredients and the people

Their qualities seem to be equal

You better see past all the evil

And don't let it get you

We are the chefs of punkretti

We serve so get your guts ready

All fresh it's sweet and it's sour

And all you can devour

We are the chefs of punkretti

On time and we're always ready

All fresh it's sweet and it's sour

What your heart desires

We are the chefs of punkretti

We are the chefs of punkretti

We are the chefs of punkretti

We serve so get your guts ready

All fresh it's sweet and it's sour

And all you can devour

We are the chefs of punkretti

On time and we're always ready

All fresh it's sweet and it's sour

What your heart desires

We are the chefs of punkretti

We serve so get your guts ready