Salome & Saint Procula

Motor City Five all night long
 As I burned down the silos on my great-great uncle's farm
 I heard cicadas screaming along to the great White Panther song
 The night I watched the ashes fly and my guarding angel die
 What's a boy like me to do when I'm only seventeen years through
 Struttin' around the college yard with a chip bag as a truck
 Doing everything I know I can for my sanity and my pride
 Like gunning down my guarding angel right before my eyes
 Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
 To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
 'Cause Sheffield pawn shops won't by underage
 Man, you know I've tried
 Selling off my future while my guarding angel cries
 Going down to Greenville, it's that time
 There's a maid of honor in her prime
 I gotta make her mind tonight
 There ain't much left fighting for
 Just to be with who you love
 I just don't know how, I need my guarding angel now
 Going down to Greenville, it's that time
 There's a maid of honor in her prime
 I gotta make her mind tonight
 There ain't much left fighting for
 Just to be with who you love
 I just don't know how, I need my guarding angel now