Meat Loaf Lyrics

Album: Bat Out of Hell II: Back into Hell

Wasted Youth Lyrics

[spoken]:

 Wasted youth! Wasted youth!

 I remember everything!

 I remember every little thing

 As if it happened only 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 stradacaster

 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 stradacaster

 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 afterward

 And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries

 The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red

 The guitar bled for about a week afterward,

 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 ya think you're doin'?

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

 And I said: "God Dammit Daddy!

 You know I love you,

 But you got a hell of a lot to learn about Rock 'n Roll"