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
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
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 the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I'm the sort of thing they ban
You come to me like a moth to the flame
It's love you need but I don't play that game
You kept on coming you should have ran
I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
I'm the sort of thing they ban