I am the demolition man, I am the smoking gun
Why is my name in lights when my name is spelt wrong?
Only needs an attitude, a longitude and latitude
They will always find you when your cell phone is on
The satellites in space that spy on us with charm and grace
The middle man, the little man, the butcher and his dog
Turned on my beady eye, no need to wonder why
Go faster, young master
You’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
(Hey!)
The first world thinkers behind the blinkers
The hand that always tinkers with the bullet and the vest
Wait for the shake up, the make up and the break up
The bursting of the vein that brings the blood to the chest
Ain’t got no appetite, full up on beans and rice
A belly full of gasoline and a tongue that’s turned black
Don’t leave me all alone, I threw your dog a bone
Go faster, young master
You’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
What a man to do, what a man to trust?
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
Grinding the bones, breathing the dust
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
What a man to do, what a man to trust? (Angels gonna burn their wings again)
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
Grinding the bones, breathing the dust (angels gonna burn their wings again)
We’re not one of you, you’re not one of us
Go faster, young master
You’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
Go faster, young master
You’re breathing disaster
‘Cause these human hands need a human touch
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
‘Cause my demons don’t get out that much
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