Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are by Meat Loaf

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 combanation of the right power chords
And the percise angel from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys
The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwords
But it rung out beautifly
And i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before

So i took my guitar
And i smashed it aganist the wall
I smashed it aganist the floor
I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader
Smashed it aganist the hood of a car
Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson
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"