(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   ------  (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.