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Wasted youth, wasted

I remember
I remember little thing
As if it happened only
I was seventeen

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

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

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

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

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

The howled in pain
The guitar in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents'
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 high above my head
And as I was about to bring the guitar
Crashing upon the center of the bed

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

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