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

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 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 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 boy

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

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 boy

I’m a walking nightmare
I kill conversation
I kill conversation
I’m the sort of thing they ban
I’m a walking disaster boy
I’m an arsenal of doom
As I walk into the room

More lyrics from Manfred Mann's Earth Band

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