Lyrics of Wasted youth

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 stradacaster
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 stradacaster
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 so 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 against a 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 their bed, i raised the guitar high above my head
And just as i was about to bring the guitar
Crashing down upon the center of the bed

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

And i said, "god dammit daddy
You know i love you
But you got a hell of a lot to learn about rock 'n roll"