Wrecking Ball - Bruce Springsteen

Written by：Bruce Springsteen

I was raised outta 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've 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

C'mon and take your best shot

Let me see what you got

Bring on your wrecking ball

Now my home's here in these meadow lands

Where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes

Here where the blood is spilled

The arena's filled and giants played 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

C'mon 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 to your anger

Hold tight to your anger

Hold tight to your anger

And don't fall to your fears

Now when all this steel and these stories

Drift away to rust

And all our youth and beauty

Has 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 to 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

C'mon 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

C'mon and take your best shot

Let me see what you got

Bring on your wrecking ball