That's what I was when I first left home
I took every secret that I'd ever known
And headed for the wall
Like a wrecking ball
Started down on the holy road of sin
Playin' bass under a pseudonym
The days were rough, and it's all quite dim
But my mind cuts through it all
Like a wrecking ball
Oh, just a little deadhead
Who is watching, who is watching
I's just a little deadhead
Fallen daughter on a scholarship
Well, I got tired and let my average slip
Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip
With a weed that I recall
Was like a wrecking ball
I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin
She showed me colors I'd never seen
Drank the bottom out of my canteen
And left me in the fall
Like a wrecking ball
Standin' there, in the morning mist
A Jack & Coke at the end my wrist
Yes, I remember when first we kissed
'Though it was nothing at all
Like a wrecking ball
Hey boys, a little deadhead
Who's watching, who's watching
I's just a little deadhead
With too much trouble for me to shake
Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache
Was ridin' high until the '89 quake
Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall
Like a wrecking ball
Well now boys, I'm a rollin' stone That's what I was when I first left home I took every secret that I'd ever known And headed for the wall Like a wrecking ball Started down on the holy road of sin Playin' bass under a pseudonym The days were rough, and it's all quite dim But my mind cuts through it all Like a wrecking ball Oh, just a little deadhead Who is watching, who is watching I's just a little deadhead Fallen daughter on a scholarship Well, I got tired and let my average slip Then I's a farmer in the Pogonip With a weed that I recall Was like a wrecking ball I met a lovesick daughter of the San Joaquin She showed me colors I'd never seen Drank the bottom out of my canteen And left me in the fall Like a wrecking ball Standin' there, in the morning mist A Jack & Coke at the end my wrist Yes, I remember when first we kissed 'Though it was nothing at all Like a wrecking ball Hey boys, a little deadhead Who's watching, who's watching I's just a little deadhead With too much trouble for me to shake Oh, the weather and the blindin' ache Was ridin' high until the '89 quake Hit the Santa Cruz Garden Mall Like a wrecking ball Explain Request ×
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