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 achin’ 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 at the details or 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 LaRainne Thanks to little Irish Grace I was hard up and home for the season I was walkin last night with Miss Mary We saw the flames shootin 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 casinos cavin’ in Maybe she never healed from the riots or the fightin But I heard ya, Wiggs, qoutin' Davish sayin “Maybe it was just Italian lightning, probably Italian lightning”