Scattered thoughts and scattering masses, the war has just begun.
A bully pulpit never had so, so much fun.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a wrecking king, the ones to get sacked.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a hammer head, the ones to get sacked.
The ones to get sacked.
On a sea of daisies for miles and miles, gliding universes.
The rappers and their limousines just want to be loved.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a wrecking king, the ones to get sacked.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a hammer head, the ones to get sacked.
The ones to get sacked.
Take me back to days of summer and give me all the simple things.
I'll bet you've got that tattooed on your lonely eyes.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a wrecking king, the ones to get sacked.
Like a wrecking ball hung on a string, I'm a hammer head, the ones to get sacked.
The ones to get sacked.
The ones to get sacked.