Rip them down Hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger I am bigger than- Mr. Prez in his big White House Listen he says we're comin'
[Chorus] I'm a lexicon devil with a battered brain I'm searching for a future, the world's my aim so Gimme gimme your hands, gimme gimme your minds Gimme
I take it anywhere, any time that I can I am the fucking son of a superman I got a weapon that's as deadly as life It's a well trained tool a master
I'm Darby Crash A social blast Chaotic master I'm Darby Crash Your meccas gash Prophetic stature I'm Darby Crash A one way match Demonic flasher Deep
I've read every book in the bible story And all is every brought me was another worry Don't want god give me a jury, See...there's no God to make up
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
Billy Druids face is marble He keeps veery thought in its place He lets the days turn tomorrow Someone's always walking on his grave He wears the lines
[Chorus:] I'm Richie Dagger I can stomp and swagger I can take on all your heroes I'm Richie Dagger I'm young and I'm haggard The boy that nobody owns
Clara would be proud to know us We've taken it to the end Where the grey tuens to black And the white just begins- We live everyday on the water The
Land of treason-waste no reason- we are breathing fire We're packs of dogs- we're enemies of men-we are not desired Our face show- we've grown cold-but
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
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
I feel your body's close to mine I hear your breath and mine in time I know I'm nothing but it's you that I need I touch your skin and it starts to feed
Out on the streets what ya lookin' for That thing in your bed's just another whore That tear in your eyes not a tear at all For that girl that you touch
Looking for a way out I put my foot out of line Really like to break-out I feel so confined American leather The poinsous members Not alone-not together
Standing in the line we're abberations Defects in a defect's mirror And we've been here all the time real fixations Hidden deep in the furor- What we
Let me touch the tips of inculcated desire And brush the fettered veil away Shut down in the depths I lay... If you want nothin' then I've got nothin
