Meat Loaf - Wasted Youth Lyrics
Wasted youthWasted youthI remember everything!I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterdayI was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitarI dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocasterBut I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angelI dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocasterBut I do remember that it wasnt at all easyIt required the perfect combanation of the right power chordsAnd the percise angel from which to strike!The guitar bled for about a week afterwordsAnd the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrysThe blood of the guitar was chuck berry redThe guitar bled for about a week afterwordsBut it rung out beautiflyAnd I was able to play notes that I had never even heard beforeSo I took my guitarAnd I smashed it aganist the wallI smashed it aganist the floorI smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleaderSmashed it aganist the hood of a carSmasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidsonThe harley howled in painThe guitar howled in heatAnd I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroomMommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlightSlowly I opened the doorCreeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bedI raised the guitar high above my headAnd just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bedMy father woke up, screaming stop!Wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrumentAnd I said, God damn it daddy,You know I love you, but youve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n roll