Angeli

 

The park was never darker

For a teenage rocker

Through a pair of wing framed shades

Poison in her grin

A little tattoo on her skin

All her memories of standing in the rain

 

Well I heard it was a boy

Down on old Saint Croix

Who drove the little lady insane

He made his lover

A hooker and a sucker

But he taught her how to laugh at her pain

 

Angeli, Angeli

Baby, where you running

Tonight all alone

Angeli, Angeli

What are you doing

So far from your home

 

She saw him on the stage

He was the Eastside rage

They called him Torpedo Ramone

She told him on the street

That later they could meet

And whispered him the number of her phone

 

Angeli, Angeli

Baby, where you running

Tonight all alone

Angeli, Angeli

What are you doing

So far from your home

 

Far into the night

Someone heard an awful fight

Coming from her hotel room

They found Torpedo dead

A gun was laid beside his head

A young girl was running down the avenue

 

Angeli, Angeli

Baby where you running

Tonight all alone

Angeli, Angeli

What are you doing

So far from your home

 

Tell me, Baby, where you running

Tonight all alone

Tell me, baby, what you doing

So far from your home

 

©2005 / Words & Music by Patrick Weathers / Timber Sheik Songs, BMI

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