Chris Thompson - Demolition Man Lyrics
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Demolition Man
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What Are The Lyrics For Demolition Man By Chris Thompson?
Oh! Demolition, demolition
Demolition, demolition Tied to the tracks and the train's fast 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 Demolition, demolition Demolition, demolition You come to me like a moth to the flame It's love you need but I don't play that game 'Cause 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, demolition Demolition, demolition Tied to the tracks and the train's fast 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 |
Who Wrote Demolition Man By Chris Thompson?
Gordon Sumner
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What's The Duration Of The Demolition Man By Chris Thompson?The duration of Demolition Man is 6:37 minutes and seconds. |
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