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