Summer of '93 Lyrics

Will you sell your shirt to me?
I saw them with Sonic Youth in the summer of '93
The singer spit while he screamed...
With broken cowboy boots wrapped around his crooked feet

Will you sell your shirt to me?
I don't care that you cut off both the sleeves
The guitar was angry...
As a lonely diseased porcupine in heat

Hey Amarillo...
Hey Amarillo...