My Demons

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 The first-world thinkеrs Behind the blinkers Thе 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 (Angels gonna burn their wings again) What a man to do? What a man to trust? We're not one of you, you're not one of us (Angels gonna burn their wings again) Grinding the bones, breathing the dust 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