Meat Loaf - Wasted Youth lyrics

Wasted Youth

Wasted Youth

I remember everything!

I remember everything little thing, as if it happened 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 Stratocaster

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 Stratocaster

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 afterwords

And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berry's

The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords

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 your doing?"

"That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"

And I said, "God Damn It daddy,"

"You know I love you, But you've got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock n' Roll"