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Drei Songs aus dem neuen Bruce Springsteen Studioalbum “Wrecking Ball”.

EASY MONEY

You put on your coat
I’ll put on my hat
You put out the dog
I’ll put out the cat

You put on your red dress for me tonight, Honey
We’re going on the town now looking for easy money

There’s nothing to it mister
You won’t hear a sound
When your whole world comes tumbling down
And all them fat cats they just think it’s funny
I’m going on the town now looking for easy money

I got a Smith & Wesson .38
I got a hellfire burning and I got me a taste
Got me a date on the far shore
It’s bright and sunny
I’m going on the town now looking for easy money

You put on your coat
I’ll put on my hat
You put out the dog
I’ll put out the cat
You put on your red dress
You’re looking real good, Honey

We’re going on the town now looking for easy money

JACK OF ALL TRADES

I’ll mow your lawn
Clean the leaves out your drain
I’ll mend your roof to keep out the rain
I’ll take the work that God provides
I’m a Jack of all trades
Honey, we’ll be alright

I’ll hammer the nails
And I’ll set the stone
I’ll harvest your crops when they’re ripe and grown
I’ll pull that engine apart and patch her up
Until she’s running right
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright

A hurricane blows
Brings a hard rain
When the blue sky breaks
Feels like the world’s gonna change
We’ll start caring for each other like Jesus said that we might
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright

The banker man grows fatter
The working man grows thin
It’s all happened before and it’ll happen again
It’ll happen again
They’ll bet your life
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright

Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
Here we stood the drought
Now we’ll stand the flood
There’s a new world coming
I can see the light
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright

So you use what you’ve got
And you learn to make do
You take the old, you make it new
If I had me a gun
I’d find the bastards and shoot ‘em on sight

I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright

DEATH TO MY HOMETOWN

No cannonballs did fly
No rifles cut us down
No bombs fell from the sky
No blood soaked the ground
No powder flash blinded the eye
No deafening thunder sounded
But just as sure as the hand of god
They brought death to my hometown
They brought death to my hometown

No shells ripped the evening sky
No cities burning down
No armies stormed the shores for which we’d die
No dictators were crowned
High off on a quiet night
I never heard a sound
The marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, boys
Death to my hometown

They destroyed our families’ factories and they took our homes
They left our bodies on the plains
The vultures picked our bones

So listen up, my Sonny boy
Be ready for when they come
For they’ll be returning sure as the rising sun

Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it ’til you’re done
Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well
Send the robber baron’s straight to hell
The greedy thieves that came around
And ate the flesh of everything they’ve found
Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
Walk the streets as free men now

And they brought death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown

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• Frankfurter Rundschau: “Der Boss knöpft sich die Wall Street vor”
• Rolling Stone Magazin: Interview mit Bruce Springsteen
• Bruce Springsteen Veröffentlichungen in Deutschland
• Bruce Springsteen Alben & Lyrics