Und auch der Text na wer hat Lust ihn zu übersetzten
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’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 Let me see what you’ve got, take your best shot 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
My home is 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 come on raise up your glasses and let me hear your voices call
Tonight all the dead are here, so bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Yeah take your best shot, let me see what you’ve got Bring on your wrecking ball
And we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here So hold tight on your anger Yeah hold tight on 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 And our game’s 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, were scattered through the wind
And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go
Just to come again, bring on your wrecking ball Let me hear your voices call 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 Take your best shot, let me see what you’ve got, bring on your wrecking ball