So listen up my sonny boy,
Be ready when they’ll come
For they’ll be returning sure
As the rising sun

Now get yourself a song to sing
And sing it till you’re done
Yeah sing it hard, and sing it well
Send the robber barons straight to hell
The greedy thieves that came around
And ate the flesh of everything they’ve found
Whose crimes have gone unpunished
Now walk the streets as free men now
They brought death to our hometown, boys
Death to our hometown, boys

Più ascolto questa canzone dall’ultimo disco di Springsteen, più non posso fare a meno di pensare che parli di Venezia.