You pull it back, you let it go
Your wrist is flicked and a switch is thrown
If something stood for centuries, why not bring it to its knees?
All of this may as well be two tons of metal: a wrecking ball
You let me go and you left me swinging
If I had known, I would have come out swinging
If I were you, and believed half of what you say you do
I guess I'd start too
I guess I'd start swinging
All of this may as well be two tons of metal: a wrecking ball