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