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Wasted youth, youth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My father 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 know I you
But you got a of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll"