Lexicon Devil with a batterd brain. I'm looking for the future, the world's my aim. . Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds. Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds.
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 this, gimme, gimme that.
Land of treason, waste no reason. We are breathing fire. We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men. We are not desired. . Our faces show, we've grown cold.
[Originally by Germs]. 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 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 this rancid mill i'm searchin' 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).