Wrecking Ball

Wrecking Ball

 

Dear America, I know I asked you to the prom:

if you’re going to come, come, but leave your prom dress at home.

I want your skin; I want to see where you have holes;

I want to fill you up with stuff that everybody knows.

I want to burn. I want to bleed. I want to be what you saw originally.

 

Everybody’s living in the same world

Everybody’s looking for a temple to something

I’m watching you; you’re watching me go down

Watching the wrecking ball

Watching the wrecking ball

 

Give me back my heart; I’m not done with it, yet:

don’t try to shove it back; only I know how to make it fit.

When I was a boy, I saw mushroom clouds at night;

nuclear blooms on the walls of my room — now I’m older, I can fight.

I fought the law; you know, authority came out winning.

I am the fist. You are the glove. We’re middleweights and this is our ring.

 

Everybody’s living in the same world

Everybody’s looking for a temple to something

I’m watching you; you’re watching me go down

Watching the wrecking ball

Watching the wrecking ball

 

So grab your boy; yeah, grab your girl, if that’s your style:

run for the center — the barrels are burning; you can warm your hands by the fire.

There’s always a sword; it’s always poised above your skull.

Make every meal a feast; you’ve got to eat ’til you are full.

 

Everybody’s living in the same world

Everybody’s looking for a temple to something

I’m watching you; you’re watching me go down

Watching the wrecking ball

Watching the wrecking ball

Watching the wrecking ball

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2003)

James O'Brien