Lexicon Devil Songtext

von Germs

I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain
And I'm looking for a future, the world's my aim
So 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 coldmen and politics dead

I'll get silver guns to drip old blood
Let's give this established joke a shove
We're gonna reek havoc on this rancid mill
I'm searching for something 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 to the highest prop
Tear it down and let it drop...away