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Wasted youth, youth

I remember
I remember every little
As if it happened yesterday
I was barely

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

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

The guitar bled for a week afterward
And the blood was so and rich, like wild 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
That I had never even before
So I my guitar
And I smashed it against the

I it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a cheerleader
Smashed it the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Davidson

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

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

My woke up, screaming, "Stop
Wait a minute, 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 of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll"