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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