Hanno Ucciso L'uomo Ragno

Another wolf night in the Bronx
In the bar, a Stones blues is playing
Shady characters at the bar
Loaded with whiskey and margaritas

Suddenly the door slams
The one-eyed guy rushes in with news
Straight and sure, they whisper that
The guns went bang

They killed the Spider-Man, who did it, no one knows
Maybe the mob, maybe some ad
They killed the Spider-Man, we don’t even know why
He must’ve crossed some coffee industry

At the police station
The chief says: 'What do you want me to say?'
What happened won’t stop us, crime won’t win
But there’s panic in the streets now
No one’s leaving home, no one wants trouble
And who believes the calls for calm on TV anymore?

Down in the streets, you see gangs
Of stressed-out accountants in suits
If I don’t sell you, you’ll sell me
For a hundred lira or a little more
The faces from Vogue are mild for us
Too pretty actors are the only heroes
But him, yeah, he was a star
But he’s not coming back.