Wrecking Ball

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Track 7 of Wrecking Ball, 2012.

Wrecking Ball (2012)
- Bruce Springsteen: vocals, guitar, banjo, percussion, loops
- Ron Aniello: guitar, bass, keyboards, loops, backing vocals
- Clarence Clemons: saxophone
- Charles Giordano: piano, Hammond B3 organ
- Rob Lebret: guitar, backing vocals
- Lisa Lowell: backing vocals
- Clif Norrell: backing vocals
- Ross Petersen: backing vocals
- Curt Ramm: trumpet, cornet
- Patti Scialfa: backing vocals
- Soozie Tyrell: violin, backing vocals
- Steven Van Zandt: backing vocals
- Max Weinberg: drums
- New York String Section
  - Rob Mathes (orchestration), Sandy Park (string contractor), Lisa Kim (concertmaster), Hyunju Lee (violin), Ann Lehmaan (violin), Elizabeth Lim-Dutton (violin), Joanna Maurer (violin), Annaliesa Place (violin), Fiona Simon (violin), Sharon Yamada (violin), Jungsun Yoo (violin), Karen Dreyfus (viola), Daniel Panner (viola), Robert Rinehart (viola), Mina Smith (cello), and Alan Stepansky (cello)

Wrecking Ball

I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey, some misty years ago
Through the mud and the beer, and 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, and giants played their games
So raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices call
Because 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

One, two, a one two three four!

Yeah! Hey!

Yeah, we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here
So hold tight on your anger, you 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 burning 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

One, two, a one two three four!
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(Whoa whoa-whoa) bring on your wrecking ball
(Whoa whoa whoa-whoa) bring on your wrecking ball
(Whoa whoa-whoa)
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