WRECKING BALL
I was raised out of Steel here in the Swamps of Jersey
Some misty Years ago
Through the mud in the beer and the blood in the cheers
I’ve see champions come and go
So if you got the guts, Mister
I’ve you got the Balls
I’ve you think it’s your Time let’s step to the Line and bring on your Wrecking Ball
Bring on your Wrecking Ball
Bring on your Wrecking Ball

Let me see what’s you’ve got, take your best Shot
Bring on Your Wrecking Ball
Bring on Your Wrecking Ball
Bring on Your Wrecking Ball
Take you best Shot, let me see what you’ve got

My Home is here in the Meadowlands
Where Mosquitos grow bigger than airplanes
Here where the blood is spilled, the Arena is filled
and the Giants play the Game

So come on raise up your Glasses
And let me hear your voice is call
Tonight all the Dead are here

So Bring on Your Wrecking Ball
So Bring on Your Wrecking Ball
Take you 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

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
Come one!

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

  THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place, there's no goin' back
Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sIeepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no Job, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

Got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where It's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom Said; "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy"
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes mom you'll see me.

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad