Up the punx

Once before a cold explorer
Sheet like pain of fleeting horror
So not-posh I'm not believing
Goes non-stop before careening

Down the stairs and 'round the block
I stepped into a china shop
And turned my headlamp towards the ceiling
Can't believe the feeling

Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there
This time
Up the punx, I feel so freakish

All too real to deal with sequence
Broke-a-hontas, orange eating
Talk like that, now watch who's screaming
Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there
This time
This time