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 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 power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
And the blood was zoot
Dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards
But it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes
That I had never even heard before
Man, no one will ever put anything like that on a record again.
RIP Meat.