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Wasted youth, wasted

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

And I killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember that it had a of chrome
And a voice like a angel

I remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember that it at all easy
It the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise from which to strike

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

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

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

The Harley howled in
The howled 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 the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the
Crashing down the center of the bed

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

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