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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