germs - lexicon devil lyrics

i'm a lexicon devil with a
battered brain
and i'm lookin' for a future-
the world's my aim
so gimme gimme your hands-
gimme gimme your minds
gimme gimme this-gimme
gimme tha-yea-yea-t...

i want toy tin soldiers that can
push and shove
i want gunboy rovers that'll
wreck this club
i'll build you up and level your heads
we'll run it my way cold men
and politics dead...

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i'll get silver guns to drip old blood
let's give this established
joke a shove
we're gonna wreak havoc
on the rancid mill
i'm serachin' for something
even if i'm killed...

[chorus]

empty out your pockets-you
don't need their change
i'm giving you the power
to rearrange
together we'll run to the
highest prop
tear it down and let it drop...away...

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