<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wasted Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wasted youth<br>Wasted youth<br>I remember everything!<br>I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday<br>I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar<br>I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster<br>But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel<br>I dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster<br>But I do remember that it wasnt at all easy<br>It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords<br>And the percise angel from which to strike!<br>The guitar bled for about a week afterwords<br>And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys<br>The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red<br>The guitar bled for about a week afterwords<br>But it rung out beautifly<br>And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before<br>So I took my guitar<br>And I smashed it aganist the wall<br>I smashed it aganist the floor<br>I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader<br>Smashed it aganist the hood of a car<br>Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson<br>The harley howled in pain<br>The guitar howled in heat<br>And I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom<br>Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight<br>Slowly I opened the door<br>Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed<br>I raised the guitar high above my head<br>And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed<br>My father woke up, screaming stop!<br>Wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing? <br>Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument<br>And I said, God damn it daddy,<br>You know I love you, but youve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n roll</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Meat Loaf - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86844" data-title="Wasted Youth" data-description="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 dont remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster But I do..."></div> </div> </div>

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