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 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

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

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