Love And Death And An American Guitar

I remember everything!

I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.

I was barely 17 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 powerchords and the precise angle

From which to strike.

The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was

Ooh...

Dark and rich like wild berries.

The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and 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!!

I smashed it against the hood of a car

I smashed it agianst a 1981-harley davidson...

The harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!

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 the bed

I raised my 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 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 got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll!!!!!"