Cheaters, walking downtown with their Hands in your pockets feeling cheated Killers on the street Talking jailbirds getting mistreated You wanna get greeted Well, welcome to the Wrecking Ball
Talkers, talking fast 'bout the past Tryin' to get the vote Streetwalkers, kneel for a dollar While we scream and holler Corporations, red carpet VIP Turn the key to the Wrecking Ball
Spin around let's get down To the Wrecking Ball Turn it on Let's knock down the wall
Jack Hammer, main man of the party Cause he don't get arty with the music If you can't yell to the hell with it Maybe you can sell it to the movies All you can do these days Is yell it at the Wrecking Ball
Kissers, keep on kissing Ain't missin' nothing witty from the critics, ah Who can't get up and do it So they write about the ones who do Anything, wooh do everything Do it all at the Wrecking Ball
Spin around let's get down To the Wrecking Ball Turn it on Let's knock down the wall
Users, people eating pills Still tryin' to get cheap thrills Losers, never quite make it Cause they never quite knew How to fake it, wooh Let's take'em all Take'em to the Wrecking Ball
Jump up and down low riders Driving to the Wrecking Ball Cops off duty they can't fool you They still look stupid at the Wrecking Ball Chase Manhatten Bank we'd like to thank you To finance a dance like the Wrecking Ball Turn it on Let's knock down the wall.
Compositores: Anthony Zito Scott, Grace Wing Slick ECAD: Obra #10318476