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Wasted youth, youth

I remember
I remember every little
As if it happened yesterday
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 that it had a heart of chrome
And a like a horny angel

I don't remember if it was a or a stradacaster
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 dark and rich, like berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck red
The guitar bled for about a afterward but it rung out beautifully

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

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

The howled in pain
The guitar in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my bedroom
Mommy and Daddy sleeping in the moonlight

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

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

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