I am love, I am hate, I'm an atheist with faith Went my anger with a smile, I'm polite or obscene Either whisper or I scream, I'm not quite what I seem
They are dying on the dance floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries They are hungry and need feeding
Your innocence all but fades When we peel the veneer away It's all an act which you stage With your two face barricades Rage consumes you every night
So many years that we were one So many things we've done The memories alive But most of me has died As I struggle with events I'm offered words of strength
I am your darkest hour I am your fall from power I am the voice you dread and I'm Screaming out inside your head I am the final count I am your demons
Licensed to kill My 650 Bonneville "Hellfire" we yell Fueled and indestructible Get it down Take the crown Neon daze Renegades No fear just hate Drives
I always used to be afraid that I was gonna to lose my way I never used to walk in line but straight I never thought I'd see it through that I could keep
Written by GLENN TIPTON & CHRIS TSANGARIDES Unholy Satan begs He don't make no sense Striving down there to Recruit all of you Do not live in sin Or
Lookin' at me, why? Sort of like a leper vibe Okay for your kind, but it's too good for me An' a, hey, I know I'm never gonna qualify For all the bullshit
Holy father drink the firewater Preaching peace as you go to war Politicians making brave decisions Only got self interest at heart We are to you just
, Built with the bricks of selfishness, Ambition, fear, and lies. Demolition Angel, Tear it down, Burn it down, Set me free, Come with fire on your wings, Deliver me, Demolition
And I don't wanna talk about it Gangsta shit right in front you nigga walk around it Nigga let me do me They know I kick it like Jet Lee Bruce lee And
run run I'm going to gun you down Ratatatat We are the demolition men We are the demolition men We are the demolition men We are the demolition men
Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in
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
to the tracksAnd the trains just comingStrapped to the wingWith the engine runningYou say that this wasn't in your planDon't mess around with the Demolition
demolition And lose the chance to hear when you don't listen Where's the real life, in your illusion On the dark side of power and confusion You do the dance, do the demolition
the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition man Demolition