Rebecca Mayes Take Me Back To The Eighties
You can drop kick your opponents in the teeth
You can hurl dead bodies at their feet but you can't run
free
So take me back to the eighties cause you grew up and I
didn't like you so much
Take me back to the arcades cause you grew up and I
didn't like you so much
You're no, you're no, you're no spiderman
Trapped in a linear prison, radiated once too often
Every weapon lacks punch they're peashooters
So take me back to the eighties before you grew that
giant chip on your shoulder
Take me back to the arcades where product placement would
never feature
You're no, you're no, you're no spiderman
Shoot the bad guys, hack the terminal and swing to the
next location
You're no, you're no, you're no spiderman
