Lyrics:
Tied to the tracksAnd the trains just comingStrapped to the wingWith the engine runningYou say that this wasn't in your planDon't mess around with the demolition man I'm a walking nightmareAn arsenal of doomI kill conversations as I walk into the roomI'm a three line whipI'm the sort of thing they banI'm a walking disaster boy Tied to a chairAnd the bomb is tickingThe situation is not of your pickingYou say that this wasn't in your planDon't mess around with the demolition man I'm a walking nightmareAn arsenal of doomI kill conversations as I walk into the roomI'm a three line whipI'm the sort of thing they banI'm a walking disaster boy Tied to the tracksAnd the trains just comingStrapped to the wingWith the engine runningYou say that this wasn't in your plan Don't mess around with the demolition man I'm a walking nightmareAn arsenal of doomI kill conversations as I walk into the roomI'm a three line whipI'm the sort of thing they banI'm a walking disaster boyI'm a walking nightmareI kill conversationsI kill conversationsI'm the sort of thing they banI'm a walking disaster boy