Wrecking Ball - Dead Confederate

Here comes the wrecking ball

Dont look like what i thought

Comes and takes all of us

Leaves us a cloud of dust

Oh what its 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 brothers place

Lights are off but i know my way

Oh and look at him

He is sleeping

God knows hes 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

Dont look like what i thought

Comes and takes all of us

Leaves us a cloud of dust

Wrecking ball