[00:02.79]Wasted youth
[00:05.60]Wasted youth
[00:15.25]I remember everything!
[00:18.08]I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday
[00:23.24]I was barely seventeen, and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar
[00:29.02]I don＇t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
[00:33.09]But i do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
[00:41.58]I don＇t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
[00:44.23]But i do remember that it wasn＇t at all easy
[00:49.32]It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords
[00:51.57]And the percise angel from which to strike!
[00:57.73]The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
[00:59.63]And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys
[01:07.29]The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red
[01:11.82]The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
[01:13.57]But it rung out beautifly
[01:18.10]And i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before
[01:25.99]So i took my guitar
[01:29.01]And i smashed it aganist the wall
[01:32.81]I smashed it aganist the floor
[01:35.05]I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader
[01:38.71]Smashed it aganist the hood of a car
[01:40.84]Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson
[01:42.16]The harley howled in pain
[01:45.62]The guitar howled in heat
[01:48.57]And i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
[01:53.62]Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
[01:58.88]Slowly i opened the door
[02:01.38]Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed
[02:05.15]I raised the guitar high above my head
[02:08.38]And just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
[02:13.33]My father woke up, screaming ＂stop!＂
[02:16.09]＂wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?＂
[02:22.87]＂that＇s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument＂
[02:27.04]And i said, ＂god damn it daddy,＂
[02:32.56]＂you know i love you, but you＇ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n＇ roll＂