Lexicon Devil

Im a lexicon devil with a
battered brain
And Im searchin for a future-
the worlds 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 thatll
wreck this club
Ill build you up and level your heads
Well run it my way cold men
and politics dead...
(Chorus)
Ill get silver guns to drip old blood
Lets give this established
joke a shove
Were gonna wreak havoc
on the rancid mill
Im serachin for something
even if Im killed...
(Chorus)
Empty out your pockets -you
dont need their change
Im giving you the power
to rearrange
Together well run to the
highest prop
Tear it down and let it drop...away. ..
(Chorus)