i m a lexicon devil with a battered brain i m searching for a future the world s my aim so gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds 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 searching 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 