[Originally by Germs] 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
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/KyT]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 this 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)