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Wasted Youth
Wasted Youth

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing 
As if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen
And I once killed a boy with a fender guitar

I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratecaster 
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome
And a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratecaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy

It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was zoog dark and rich
Like wild berries

The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes 
That I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar 
And I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it agianst the 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain
The guitar howled in heat

And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door
Creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of the bed

I rasied the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar 
Crashing down on the center of the bed
My Father woke up screaming

STOP
WAIT A MINUTE
STOP IT BOY
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?
THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT 
AN EXPENSIVE MUSICAL INTRUMENT

And I said
GOD DAMNIT DADDY
You know I love you
BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN 
ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL