[Verse 1] The wind in this city, it always smells like rain. Another headline, another goddamn stain. Could be the Goblin on his throne, pullin' strings of skin and bone. Or the Vulture, with his awful taste, for all the lives this city wastes. The Chameleon stole a face for keeps, While the real man's buried six feet deep. And Jameson just sells the fear... for thirty cents and a cheap beer. [Chorus] This city's full of sorrow, a stain of endless rain, The shadows always follow, to whisper out your name. 'Cause I'm the specter, I'm the threat, the truth you can't erase, The one last, bloody, final debt... you're gonna have to face. [Verse 2] Sometimes I let a match burn down, just to feel something in this town. Could be the Hunter's on the prowl, I hear his lonely howl. The Doctor with his metal arms, who thinks he's safe from all alarms. Or just some smoke, a cheap charade, a trick that Mysterio has played. And Jameson just prints the dirt, and someone always gets hurt. [Chorus] This city's full of sorrow, a stain of endless rain, The shadows always follow, to whisper out your name. 'Cause I'm the specter, I'm the threat, the truth you can't erase, The one last, bloody, final debt... you're gonna have to face. [Bridge: The Motto] <music: sax and bass only> <vocal: quiet, intense> They say we don't pick the ballroom... we just dance. I never asked for this last chance. But they taught me one thing, in a single glance... If there's too much power... it's the people's responsibility... to take it away. [Outro] [Music: A final, powerful, instrumental chorus, the saxophone wailing like a police siren in the distance before fading out into the sound of the rain.] [Spoken] And I'll figure this Damn colorful cube out... ...eventually
