LEXICON DEVIL

by The Germz, 1978


Chorus:

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 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
(ch)
I'll give you 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 somethin even if I'm killed
(ch)
Empty out your pockets-- you don't need their change
I'm giving you the power to rearrange
Together we'll run it to the highest prop
Tear it down and let it drop... away...
(ch)

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WHAT WE DO IS SECRET

by The Germs, 1979


Standing in the line we're abberations
Defects in a defects' mirror
And we've been here all the time real fixations
Hidden deep in the furor--
What we do is secret- secret!

We're influential guys for the D.C.C.
We can lie so perfect
And we've got a party line to every call
It's a very short circuit--
What we do is secret- secret!

Licenced to drill with the torch in our lives
Walking on shallow water
Progressed to the point of no distinction
Dementia of a higher order--
What we do is secret- secret!

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COMMUNIST EYES

by The Germs, 1979


I'm looking through Communist eyes
I'm seeing planes in bloodshot skies
I see the flag of a working people
Who conceal the lies in the stars and sickle
It's a double edge

Communist eyes-- c'mon inside
I can't ever find the way out
Communist eyes-- lost inside

I'm looking through communist eyes
All I see is an old man's alibi
There's a world outside but I'm unaware
I open my books but the pages stare
It's a double edge

Communist eyes-- all so blind
I can't even play the game now

I'm living through Communist times
I wave my flag and hold my head high
I can feel the glory of my comrades in masses
But I'm waiting for the day when this madness passes
It's a double edge...
   
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AMERICAN LEATHER

by The Germz, 1979


Looking for a way out
I put my foot out of line
Really like to break-out
I feel so confined

Chorus:
American leather
The poisonous members
Not alone-- not together
Their american leather

Saw you on a dark road
Brought myself along
Got a sense of conflict
But I know what's wrong
(ch)
(middle)
(ch)

I know that kinda feeling
So I built my place up high
But you'll never find me kneeling
Cuz I'm too occupied
(ch)

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