Destroyer


You’re the sand in the oil of the gears of life,
A choke-chain squeezin’ my exhaust pipe.
You’re the sugar and spice in my gasoline,
but the prettiest damn lady I have ever seen.

You’ve drove me to rack!
You’ve drove me to ruin!
Do you even stop to think what the hell it is you’re doin’?

Destroyer.

Way off the scale as a natural disaster,
An untamed beast know neither Lord nor Master.
More deadly poisonous than a rattlesnake,
Your middle name is misery an’ heartbreak.

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CHORUS

You light up the room like summer fork lightnin’,
the definition for excess ‘n’ excitin’.
Like a rollercoaster out of control,
A date rape drug in the party punch bowl.

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CHORUS

©13.9.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

A wild beast which knows neither lord nor master.
A sweet potato jammin’ the exhaust pipe.
A potato jammin’ the exhaust pipe.
the definition for surfeit of excitin’.


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