| Song | Wasted Youth |
| Artist | Meat Loaf |
| Album | Bat Out Of Hell II: Back Into Hell... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:02.79] | Wasted youth |
| [00:05.60] | Wasted youth |
| [00:15.25] | I remember everything! |
| [00:18.08] | I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday |
| [00:23.24] | I was barely seventeen, and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar |
| [00:29.02] | I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:33.09] | But i do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel |
| [00:41.58] | I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:44.23] | But i do remember that it wasn't at all easy |
| [00:49.32] | It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords |
| [00:51.57] | And the percise angel from which to strike! |
| [00:57.73] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [00:59.63] | And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys |
| [01:07.29] | The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red |
| [01:11.82] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [01:13.57] | But it rung out beautifly |
| [01:18.10] | And i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before |
| [01:25.99] | So i took my guitar |
| [01:29.01] | And i smashed it aganist the wall |
| [01:32.81] | I smashed it aganist the floor |
| [01:35.05] | I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader |
| [01:38.71] | Smashed it aganist the hood of a car |
| [01:40.84] | Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson |
| [01:42.16] | The harley howled in pain |
| [01:45.62] | The guitar howled in heat |
| [01:48.57] | And i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom |
| [01:53.62] | Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight |
| [01:58.88] | Slowly i opened the door |
| [02:01.38] | Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed |
| [02:05.15] | I raised the guitar high above my head |
| [02:08.38] | And just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed |
| [02:13.33] | My father woke up, screaming "stop!" |
| [02:16.09] | "wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing?" |
| [02:22.87] | "that's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument" |
| [02:27.04] | And i said, "god damn it daddy," |
| [02:32.56] | "you know i love you, but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n' roll" |
| [00:02.79] | Wasted youth |
| [00:05.60] | Wasted youth |
| [00:15.25] | I remember everything! |
| [00:18.08] | I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday |
| [00:23.24] | I was barely seventeen, and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar |
| [00:29.02] | I don t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:33.09] | But i do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel |
| [00:41.58] | I don t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:44.23] | But i do remember that it wasn t at all easy |
| [00:49.32] | It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords |
| [00:51.57] | And the percise angel from which to strike! |
| [00:57.73] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [00:59.63] | And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys |
| [01:07.29] | The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red |
| [01:11.82] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [01:13.57] | But it rung out beautifly |
| [01:18.10] | And i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before |
| [01:25.99] | So i took my guitar |
| [01:29.01] | And i smashed it aganist the wall |
| [01:32.81] | I smashed it aganist the floor |
| [01:35.05] | I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader |
| [01:38.71] | Smashed it aganist the hood of a car |
| [01:40.84] | Smasned it aganist a 1981 harleydavaidson |
| [01:42.16] | The harley howled in pain |
| [01:45.62] | The guitar howled in heat |
| [01:48.57] | And i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom |
| [01:53.62] | Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight |
| [01:58.88] | Slowly i opened the door |
| [02:01.38] | Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed |
| [02:05.15] | I raised the guitar high above my head |
| [02:08.38] | And just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed |
| [02:13.33] | My father woke up, screaming stop! |
| [02:16.09] | wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing? |
| [02:22.87] | that s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument |
| [02:27.04] | And i said, god damn it daddy, |
| [02:32.56] | you know i love you, but you ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n roll |
| [00:02.79] | Wasted youth |
| [00:05.60] | Wasted youth |
| [00:15.25] | I remember everything! |
| [00:18.08] | I remember everything little thing, as if it happened yesterday |
| [00:23.24] | I was barely seventeen, and i once killed a boy with a fender guitar |
| [00:29.02] | I don t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:33.09] | But i do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel |
| [00:41.58] | I don t remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster |
| [00:44.23] | But i do remember that it wasn t at all easy |
| [00:49.32] | It required the perfect combanation of the right power chords |
| [00:51.57] | And the percise angel from which to strike! |
| [00:57.73] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [00:59.63] | And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys |
| [01:07.29] | The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red |
| [01:11.82] | The guitar bled for about a week afterwords |
| [01:13.57] | But it rung out beautifly |
| [01:18.10] | And i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before |
| [01:25.99] | So i took my guitar |
| [01:29.01] | And i smashed it aganist the wall |
| [01:32.81] | I smashed it aganist the floor |
| [01:35.05] | I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader |
| [01:38.71] | Smashed it aganist the hood of a car |
| [01:40.84] | Smasned it aganist a 1981 harleydavaidson |
| [01:42.16] | The harley howled in pain |
| [01:45.62] | The guitar howled in heat |
| [01:48.57] | And i ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom |
| [01:53.62] | Mommy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight |
| [01:58.88] | Slowly i opened the door |
| [02:01.38] | Creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed |
| [02:05.15] | I raised the guitar high above my head |
| [02:08.38] | And just as i was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed |
| [02:13.33] | My father woke up, screaming stop! |
| [02:16.09] | wait a minute. stop it boy. what do you think your doing? |
| [02:22.87] | that s no way to treat an expensive musical instrument |
| [02:27.04] | And i said, god damn it daddy, |
| [02:32.56] | you know i love you, but you ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n roll |