Dead Confederate Follow

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