The Germs

I'm a Lexicon devil with a battered brain Searching for a future the world's my aim So gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds Gimme gimme your hands gimme gimme your minds Gimme gimme this gimme gimme that I want toy tin soldiers that can push

It's Sunday and the streets aren't clear The traffic's screaming but we can't hear The sounds...the metals... driving us mad... The sounds...the metals... driving us mad... We must bleed, we must bleed, we must bleed The crash as the bottle breaks Fl

I've got television I've got supervision No decisons for you Media blitz-media Blitz Immediate hits-we rule Don't steal your eyes off the TV screen Can you realize we're what we've seen Take an injection from the mad machine Don't read the papers rea