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Wasted youth, youth

I remember
I every little thing
As if it happened yesterday
I was seventeen

And I once killed a boy a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a
But I do that it had a heart of chrome
And a voice like a horny

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

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

And I was able to notes
That I had never even heard
So I took my
And I smashed it against the

I smashed it the floor
I smashed it the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the of a car
Smashed it against a Harley Davidson

The howled in pain
The guitar in heat
And I ran up the to my parents' bedroom
and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight

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

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

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