Lexicon Devil 
D.I.

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... 

i'll get silver guns to drip old blood 
let's give this established joke a shove 
we're gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill 
i'm searchin' 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... 

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D.I. Lyrics - Lexicon Devil Lyrics
D.I. Song Lyrics - Lexicon Devil Lyrics