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Wasted youth, youth

I everything
I remember every little
As if it only yesterday
I was seventeen

And I once a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a or a stradacaster
But I do remember it had a heart of chrome
And a like a horny angel

I don't if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power
And the angle from which to strike

The bled for about a week afterward
And the was so dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week but it rung out beautifully

And I was to play notes
That I had never even heard
So I my guitar
And I smashed it the wall

I it against the floor
I smashed it against the of a varsity cheerleader
it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley

The Harley in pain
The guitar in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents'
Mommy and Daddy were in the moonlight

I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed, I raised the guitar above my head
And just as I was about to the guitar
down upon the center of the bed

My woke up, screaming, "Stop
a minute, stop it boy
What do you think you're
That's no way to treat an expensive instrument"

And I said, "God Daddy
You I love you
But you got a of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll"