Bruce Springsteen "Wrecking Ball" paroles

Wrecking Ball

I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey, some misty years agoThrough the mud and the beer, and the blood and the cheers, I've seen champions come and goSo if you got the guts mister, yeah if you've got the ballsIf you think it's your time, then step to the line, and bring on your wrecking ball

Bring on your wrecking ballBring on your wrecking ballCome on and take your best shot, let me see what you've gotBring on your wrecking ball

Now my home's here in these Meadowlands, where mosquitoes grow big as airplanesHere where the blood is spilled, the arena's filled, and Giants played the games.

So raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices callCome on!Because tonight all the dead are here, so bring on your wrecking ball

Bring on your wrecking ballBring on your wrecking ballCome on and take your best shot, let me see what you've gotBring on your wrecking ball

One, two, one two three four!

[Trumpet solo]

Yeah we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be hereSo hold tight to your angerHold tight to your angerHold tight to your anger, and don't fall to your fears

Now when all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rustAnd all our youth and beauty, has been given to the dustWhen the game has been decided, and we're burning down the clockAnd all our little victories and glories, have turned into parking lotsWhen your best hopes and desires, are scattered to the windAnd hard times come, and hard times goAnd hard times come, and hard times goAnd hard times come, hard times go

And hard times come, and hard times goAnd hard times come, and hard times goYeah just to come again

Bring on your wrecking ballBring on your wrecking ballCome on and take your best shot, let me see what you've gotBring on your wrecking ballBring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball)Bring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball)Take your best shot, let me see what you've got, bring on your wrecking ball

One, two, one two three four!

[Trumpet solo]

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Bring it on!

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