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...

[Chorus:]

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...

[Chorus:]

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...

[Chorus:]
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Lexicon Devil Lyrics

Germs – Lexicon Devil Lyrics

Songwriters: DARBY CRASH, PAT SMEAR
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