Well, no cannonball did fly / No rifles cut us down / No bombs fell from the sky / No blood had soaked the ground / No powder flash blinded the eye / No deathly thunder sounded / But just as sure as the hand of god / They brought death to my hometown / They brought death to my hometown HEY!
No shell ripped the evening sky / No cities burned it down / No armies stormed the shore for which we'd die / No dictators were crowned / I awoke on a quiet night / I never heard a sound / The marauders raided in the dark / And brought death to my hometown / They brought death to my hometown HEY!
They destroyed our families' factories / Then they took our homes / They left our bodies on the plains / The vultures picked our bones
Listen up, my sonny boy / Be ready when they come / For they'll be returning sure / As the rising sun / Get yourself a song to sing / Sing it 'til you're done / Yeah, sing it hard; sing it well / Send the robber barons straight to hell / The greedy thieves who came around / Ate the flesh of everything they found / Whose crimes have gone unpunished now / Who walk the streets as free men now
They brought death to our hometown / Death to our hometown / Death to our hometown / Death to our hometown HEY!
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It's not just that it's a catchy tune (although it's a VERY CATCHY TUNE!), and not just that the lyrics are amazing (although they are AMAZING, and I get choked up every time I listen to it), but I'm just so impressed by how passionate and how relevant Bruce Springsteen remains after all these years.
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