Текст песни Love and Death and an American Guitar - Jim Steinman

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 against 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"