(Sting)

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...

(to end)