Track byBruce Springsteen
I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey, some misty years ago Through the mud and the beer, the blood and the cheers, I've seen champions come and go So if you got the guts mister, yeah, if you got the balls If you think it's your time, then step to the line, and bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got Bring on your wrecking ball Now, my home's here in these meadowlands where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes Here where the blood is spilled, the arena's filled, giants played their games So raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices call 'Cause tonight all the dead are here, so bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got Bring on your wrecking ball Yeah, we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here So hold tight your anger, hold tight on your anger Hold tight to your anger, don't fall to your fears Now, when all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rust And all our youth and beauty, it's been given to the dust When the game has been decided and we're burnin' down the clock And all our little victories and glories have turned into parking lots When your best hopes and desires are scattered through the wind And hard times come, and hard times go And hard times come, and hard times go And hard times come, and hard times go And hard times come, and hard times go And hard times come, and hard times go Yeah just to come again Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball) Bring on your wrecking ball (bring on your wrecking ball) Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got Bring on your wrecking ball