Lexicon Devil
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 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'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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
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 searchin' for something even if I'm killed
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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
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
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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
That's it
And I'm searchin' 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'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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
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 searchin' for something even if I'm killed
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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
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
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 your hands
Gimme, gimme your minds
Gimme, gimme this
Gimme, gimme that
That's it
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Writer(s): Pat Smear, Darby Crash
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