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Wasted youth, wasted

I everything
I remember every thing
As if it only yesterday
I was barely

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

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

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

And I was to play notes
I had never even heard before
So I took my
And I it against the wall

I smashed it against the
I smashed it against the of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it the hood 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
Mommy and were sleeping in the moonlight

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

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

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