I`m a Lexicon devil with a battered brain
searching for a future the world`s my aim
so gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds
gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds
gimme gimme this gimme gimme that
I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove
I want gunboy rovers that will 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 get this established joke a shove
We`re gonna wreak havok on this rancid mill
I`m searchin` for somethin` 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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