Lexicon  Devil  (Live  At  The  Whisky  1979)  -  The  Germs

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)