Lexicon Devil — текст песни (Germs)

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]