I'm a lexicon devil with a
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battered brain
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And I'm searchin' for a future-
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the world's my aim
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So gimme gimme your hands-
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gimme gimme your minds
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Gimme gimme this-gimme
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gimme tha-yea-yea-t...
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I want toy tin soldiers that can
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push and shove
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I want gunboy rovers that'll
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wreck this club
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I'll build you up and level your heads
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We'll run it my way cold men
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and politics dead...
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[Chorus]
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I'll get silver guns to drip old blood
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Let's give this established
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joke a shove
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We're gonna wreak havoc
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on the rancid mill
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I'm serachin' for something
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even if I'm killed...
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[Chorus]
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Empty out your pockets-you
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don't need their change
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I'm giving you the power
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to rearrange
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Together we'll run to the
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highest prop
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Tear it down and let it drop...away...
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[Chorus]
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Lexicon Devil
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| Germs |
