Demolition Men

(Words Willcox/Music Lee)

In the labyrinth

We grow so thin

We grow protrusions

That we can fly and fight in

In the labyrinth

We grow guns with bullets in

We've all got a game to play

And we all want to win

The world blows so cold

Around scores of concrete plinths

In the metropolis we live in

Stand the President's men

The ones I have to deceive

To win the prize I want to win

Run run run run

I'm going to gun you down

Ratatatat

It's fun to see you run

Run like rats

Run in packs

Run

Run

We are the demolition men

We are the demolition men

In the labyrinth

There is no sun

We are great moon warriors

With built in guns

In the labyrinth

We have all the fun

Creeping up on the President's men

And laying them out in one

The world blows so cold

Around scores of concrete plinths

In the metropolis we live in

Stand the President's men

The ones I have to deceive

To win the prize I want to win

Run run 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

WE ARE

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(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)

This is a word

In your ear

Can you hear?

We have come for your minds

We walk the streets

Arm in arm

Hand in hand

With charm and chance

We are the chosen ones

We are the moon and sun

We are lots of fun

We are the only ones

We move

We dance

We sing

We burst into flames

We are the chosen ones

We are painted ladies

We are of moon and sun

We are painted boys

We are lots of fun

We are liberators

We are the only ones

We are the golden ones

We move, we dance, we sing

You touch, we burst into flames

Yes, this is a word in your ear

Can you hear?

We have come for your minds

We walk the streets

Arm in arm

Hand in hand

With charm and chance

We are the chosen ones

We are the moon and sun

We are lots of fun

We are the only ones

We move

We dance

We sing

We burst into flames

We are the chosen ones

We are painted ladies

We are of moon and sun

We are painted boys

We are lots of fun

We are liberators

We are the only ones

We are the golden ones

We move, we dance, we sing

You touch, we burst into flames

You know the time has come

To call a romance

Take a chance

Take a leap

Make a modern classic dream

It's A Mystery (C) 1980 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd.

Other Tracks (C) 1981 Sweet'n'Sour Songs Ltd.