Lexicon Devil - Punk Songs (karaoke)

Confessions

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 that

I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove

I want gun boy 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'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 that

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

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 that

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

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 that