Italian Lightning

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"