(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 of 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...
