Wrecking Ball

Wrecking Ball - Dead Confederate

Written by：Dead Confederate

Here comes the wrecking ball

Don't look like what I thought

Comes and takes all of us

Leaves us a cloud of dust

Oh what it's done for me

Has eyes but cannot see

So I keep my straight face

Play dead right where I lay

Oh so where to go

A quiet place I know

Get to my brother's place

Lights are off but I know my way

Oh and look at him

He is sleeping

God knows he's seen it all

Been hit by wrecking balls

Awoke a broken hand

I took an honest hand

Although still I sit

I still can not resist

The way her legs are crossed

And the way her hair is tossed

I like the way she talks

My little wrecking ball

Here comes the wrecking ball

Don't look like what I thought for long

Comes and takes all of us

Leaves us a cloud of dust

Wrecking ball

Wrecking ball

Wrecking ball