Wrecking Ball day
Forgive me, my brother
but this is what I am
A house that's in danger
of being torn from its frame
CHORUS:
My head it is rubble
My hands, dirty clay
My soul it's in trouble
Won't you visit me
‘fore wrecking ball day?
My windows to be shattered
My floor to be burned
I'll wait here till the morning
Then of my death you will learn
CHORUS
My sister, lil’ whisper
And her almond eyes of blame
For I ran from our parents’ home
in pursuit of fortune and fame
Well the road, it was good to me
But I did not count the cost
My family, all inclusive
In my fire they got lost
CHORUS
Forgive me, my brother
But this is what I am
