Lexicon Devil

I'm a lexicon devil with a

battered brain

And I'm searchin' 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...

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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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