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!!!!!"