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