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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Guitar
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
Charles Giordano
Charles Giordano
Organ
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Background Vocals
Curt Ramm
Curt Ramm
Trumpet
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Background Vocals
Lisa Lowell
Lisa Lowell
Background Vocals
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Background Vocals
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Background Vocals
New York Chamber Consort
New York Chamber Consort
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Producer
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Engineer
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Engineer
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Executive Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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've got the guts, mister
Yeah, if you've got the balls
If you think it's your time to step to the line
And bring on your wrecking ball
[Verse 2]
Bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
Come on and take your best shot
Let me see what you've got
On your wrecking ball
[Verse 3]
Now my home was here in the Meadowlands
Where mosquitos grow big as airplanes
Here where the blood is spilled
The arena's filled
And Giants play the 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
[Verse 4]
Bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
Come on and take your best shot
Let me see what you've got
Bring on your wrecking ball
[Verse 5]
One, two, one, two, three, four
[Verse 6]
Yeah, we come and come tomorrow
None of this will be here
So hold tight to your anger
Yeah, hold tight to your anger
Hold tight to your anger
And don't fall to your fear
[Verse 7]
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
My game has been decided
And we're burning down the clock
All our little victories and glories
Have turned into parking lots
[Verse 8]
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
Hard times come, and hard times go
Hard times come, and hard times go
And hard times come, and hard times go
Yeah, just to come again
[Verse 9]
Bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
Come on and take your best shot
Let me see what you've got
Bring on your wrecking ball
[Verse 10]
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've got
Bring on your wrecking ball
[Verse 11]
One, two, one, two, three, four
[Verse 12]
Bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
On your wrecking ball
Wrecking ball
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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