Oh, no cannonballs did fly, no rifles cut us down
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No bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the ground
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No powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder sound
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But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown
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They brought death to my hometown, boys
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No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down
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No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die
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No dictators were crowned
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I awoke from a quiet night, I never heard a sound
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Marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, boys
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Death to my hometown
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They destroyed our families' factories and they took our homes
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They left our bodies on the plains, the vultures picked our bones
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So listen up, my sonny boy, be ready for when they come
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For they'll be returning sure as the rising sun
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Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it 'til you're done
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Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well
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Send the robber barons straight to hell
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The greedy thieves who came around
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And ate the flesh of everything they found
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Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
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Who walk the streets as free men now
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Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys
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Death to our hometown, boys
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Death to our hometown, boys
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Death to our hometown, whoa!
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Death to My Hometown
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| Bruce Springsteen |
