L'air celtique et festif de Death To My Hometown, une des chansons du dernier album de Bruce Springsteen (Wrecking Ball), convient bien à ce 17 mars ensoleillé à New York. Mais les paroles témoignent d'une colère inspirée par le mouvement Occupy Wall Street. J'en cite un extrait, qui évoque les ravages causés par les «vautours» et les «voleurs» ayant «détruit les usines de nos familles et saisi nos maisons» et dont «les crimes sont restés impunis» :
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