Wrecking Ball

Dead Confederate

Compositor: H. Morris

Here comes the wrecking ball
Don't look like what I thought
Comes in takes all of us
Leaves us a cloud of dust
Oh, what it's done for me
Has eyes but cannot see
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 he's seen it all
Been hit by wrecking balls.
A walk over broken land
I found an armless hand
And though still I sit I still cannot resist
The way her legs are crossed
And the way her hair is tossed
And I like the way she talks
My little wrecking ball
Wrecking ball…