Wrecking Ball Nights - Phil Campbell

Well I got Just enough to get me

Through the evening,

This is wondrous stuff it really kills the feeling

I got Empty plastic bags with crumbled mixtures

I Dug dirty trenches with my little finger

I get stormy mondays when I need a weekend

I write Mail for Money then I add my new friends

I keep breaking contact through my indecision

A need for silent coffees when I need affection

Wrecking ball nights

They keep wrecking my days oh

And my heart is breaking for the plans we made

And I don’t know if I’m alive

And I don’t know if I’m dead

That wrecking ball It swings just above my head

I get early warnings That I keep ignoring

I Feel my blood is bubbling

And my heart is Racing

But I just keep going

Cause I need to do this

There’s no room for weakness

There’s no alternative

Wrecking ball nights

They keep wrecking my days you know

And my heart is breaking for the plans we made

And I don’t know if I’m alive

And I don’t know if I’m dead

That wrecking ball

It swings just above my head

Well I stand surrounded by my fellow jurors

We’re all In the pocket of the prosecutor

We got no compasion for the innocent ones

The time is gone for justice bring the lambs to slaughter

Wrecking ball nights.

They keep wrecking my day

And my heart is breaking, my heart is aching

I don’t know if I’m alive

And I don’t know if I’m dead

That wrecking ball

Oh but that wrecking ball

Oh but that wrecking ball

Keeps swinging just above my head, just above my head

And I don’t know if I’m alive

And I don’t know if I’m dead

That wrecking ball

It swings