Darby Crash - Lexicon Devil

I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm lookin 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'll wreck this club
I'll build you up and level your heads
We'll run it my way cold men and politics dead

I'll give you silver guns to drip old blood
Let's give this established joke a shove
We're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill
I'm searchin for somethin even if I'm killed

Empty out your pockets
you don't need their change
I'm giving you the power to rearrange
Together we'll run it to the highest prop
Tear it down and let it drop... away...