Sting-Magnetic Pub. Ltd.
Tied to the tracks
And the trains 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

I'm a walking nightmare
An arsenal of doom
I kill conversations 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 boy

Tied to a chair
And the bomb is ticking
The situation is 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 conversations 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 boy

Tied to the tracks
And the trains 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

I'm a walking nightmare
An arsenal of doom
I kill conversations 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 boy
I'm a walking nightmare
I kill conversations
I kill conversations
I'm the sort of thing they ban
I'm a walking disaster boy