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  • Springsteen
    Oh, 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 deathly thunder sound
    But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown
    They brought death to my hometown, boys
    No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down
    No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die
    No dictators were crowned
    I awoke from a quiet night, I never heard a sound
    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 barons straight to hell
    The greedy thieves who came around
    And ate the flesh of everything they found
    Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
    Who walk the streets as free men now
    Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, whoa!
  • Springsteen
    Oh, 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 deathly thunder sound
    But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown
    They brought death to my hometown, boys
    No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down
    No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die
    No dictators were crowned
    I awoke from a quiet night, I never heard a sound
    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 barons straight to hell
    The greedy thieves who came around
    And ate the flesh of everything they found
    Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
    Who walk the streets as free men now
    Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, boys
    Death to our hometown, whoa!