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I'm Darby Crash
A social blast
Chaotic master
I'm Darby Crash
Your meccas gash
Prophetic stature

I'm Darby Crash

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

Rip them down
Hold me up
Tell them that
I'm your gun
Pull my trigger
I am bigger than-

Mr. Prez in his big White House

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
have not conspired
Old hearts gone-

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 tha-yea-yea-t...

I want toy tin soldiers that can push and shove
I want gunboy rovers that will wreck this club

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

1980
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 my mind-
No God givin' me time...

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,

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 do is secret-secret!

We're influential guys for the D.C.C.