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Wasted youth, wasted

I everything
I every little thing
As if it only yesterday
I was barely

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 heart of
And a like a horny angel

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

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

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

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

The Harley howled in
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, in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed, I raised the 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 an expensive musical instrument"

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