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...
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    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 serachin' 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]