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...      [Chorus]      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]