Tied to the tracks and the train´s just coming
Strapped to the wing with the engine running
You say that this wasn´t in your plan
And don´t mess around with the demolition man

Tied to a chair, (and) the bomb is ticking
This situation was not of your picking
You say that this wasn´t in your plan
And don´t mess around with the demolition man

I´m a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I´m a three line whip
I´m the sort of thing they ban
I´m a walking disaster
I´m a demolition man

You come to me like a moth to the flame
It´s love you need but I don´t play that game
´Cos you could be my greatest fan
But I´m nobody´s friend
I´m a demolition man

I´m a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I´m a three line whip
I´m the sort of thing they ban
I´m a walking disaster
I´m a demolition man

Demolition man...
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