My Demons - Live From Franklin, TN

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

(Hey!)

The first world thinkers behind the blinkers

The 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

What a man to do, what a man to trust? (Angels gonna burn their wings again)

We're not one of you, you're not one of us

Grinding the bones, breathing the dust (angels gonna burn their wings again)

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