Corrs, The - Good lyrics

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...