The central boys landed safely In the arms of the Irish girls While the hometown lots ready their nooses and their knots Hang their preconceptions on While the political lions and tigers and bears Decided which of the cubs they'd be crucifying And who'll take the fall at the end of it all They'll just say it was Italian lightning
Now Mary she wakes up vacant From them long nights with the fashionistas Who were deadly as strangers and lovely as angels And always just dyin' to meet ya My country what have you done to your girls? The devil left the details for something a bit more exciting And you can find them at the mirrors and on the weights of the scales Blame it all on Italian lightning
Now me I just stick to the boardwalk Driving up and down these Avenues I found some work on Lareine Thanks to little Irish grace I was hard up and home for the season I was walking last night with Miss Mary We saw the flames shooting right out of them buildings Maybe it was time, maybe it was despair That got up in the soul of that city
Since the Ferris wheels don't spin and the casino's caving in Maybe she never healed from the riots or the fighting But I heard ya, Wigs, quotin' Davish saying "Maybe it was just Italian lightning, probably Italian Lightning"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
