(Instrumental) Peter, all the times we talked of honesty Fairness, justice All of those times I counted on you To have the courage To take those dreams Out into the world I can't live your dreams anymore I want a life of my own You've been given a gift Peter With great power comes great responsibility Take my hand son No, Uncle Ben I'm just Peter Parker I'm Spider-man, no more The story of an artist Who sacrifices his integrity For the sake of a good lunch basically And perhaps, we should say Who could blame them? Except that he then blames himself And effectively can't deal with his own self-destruction You are responsible to those people To lighten their darkness And it does not matter what happens to you You are being used In the way a crab is useful It is impersonal This force that you didn't ask for And this destiny you must accept Is also your responsibility And if you survive it If you don't cheat If you don't lie It is not only your glory, your achievement It is almost our only hope *Static* A long time ago, I was in Burma My friends and I were working for the local government They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit So we went looking for the stones But in six months We never found anyone who traded with him *Static*