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 searchin' 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]
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*snort*
I'm playing WoW tonight and this belf named "lexicondevil" invites me to a group. I decline, but say, "nice name". We then go on to have a long discussion about punk music and banter back and forth on who we like, who is better etc. Then, he asked me how old I was.
"Old enough to remember but young enough to be here" was the answer.
That shut him up.
ROFL.
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