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