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Wasted youth, wasted

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

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

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

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

And I was able to notes
That I had even heard before
So I took my
And I smashed it against the

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

The Harley howled in
The guitar howled in
And I ran up the stairs to my bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the

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

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

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