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