Wasted youth! Wasted youth!
[spoken]:
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 stratacaster
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
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right upto 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 centre of the bed, my father woke up, screaming " Stop!"
Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do you think you're doin'?
That's the 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 'n roll"
[spoken]:
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 stratacaster
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
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right upto 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 centre of the bed, my father woke up, screaming " Stop!"
Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do you think you're doin'?
That's the 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 'n roll"
Und ich wuerde alles fuer Liebe tun Ich wuerde direkt in die Hoelle laufen und zuruec...
Du nahmst mir die Worte aus dem Mund Es war eine heisse Sommernacht und der Strand sc...
And I would do anything for love I d run right into hell and back I would do anything...
Damals war der Himmel noch klar und die Felder waren noch gr n und die Sonne war noch...
Ich werde dich nie beluegen werde dich nie im Stich lassen Ich werde dich niemals verlassen werde derjeni...
Feuer Sirenen Und unten im Tal steht ein Mann Augen wie eine Pistolenm ndung ein Messer in der Hand Das B...
The skies were pure and the fields were green And the sun was brighter than it s ever...
It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning There was fog crawling over the s...
Haette es nicht besser sagen koennen Und Du sagst gar nichts Nun ich haette es selber nicht...
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight There s a man in the sh...
