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Wasted youth, youth

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

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

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

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

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

I smashed it the floor
I it against the body 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 Daddy sleeping in the moonlight

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

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

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