Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Guitar
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
Charlie Giordano
Charlie 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
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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've 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've got Bring on your wrecking ball Now my home was here in the Meadowlands Where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes Here where the blood is spilled, the arena's filled, and Giants play the game 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 Take your best shot, let me see what you've got Bring on your wrecking ball One, two, one-two-three-four! 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 fear 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 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, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, 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've 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've got, bring on your wrecking ball One, two, one-two-three-four!
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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