Guarding Angel

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



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Claude Jahnke, Robert Andrew Baxter
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