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Who here remembers Wasted Youth by Meatloaf? It was actually the start of another song, not really a song, but the end is funnier than hell.

-Tox

Wasted Youth

Wasted youth

Wasted youth

I remember everything!

I remember everything little thing, as if it happened 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 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 combanation of the right power chords

And the percise angel from which to strike!

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords

And the blood was zoot, dark and rich, like wild berrys

The blood of the guitar was chuck berry red

The guitar bled for about a week afterwords

But it rung out beautifly

And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before

So I took my guitar

And I smashed it aganist the wall

I smashed it aganist the floor

I smashed it aganist the body of a varisty cheerleader

Smashed it aganist the hood of a car

Smasned it aganist a 1981 harley-davaidson

The harley howled in pain

The guitar howled in heat

And 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 their bed

I raised the 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 your 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’ve got a hell of a lot to learn about rock n’ roll

“The Fletcher Memorial Home” by Pink Floyd.

take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

and build them a home a little place of their own

the fletcher memorial

home for incurable tyrants and kings

and they can appear to themselves every day

on closed circuit t.v.

to make sure they’re still real

it’s the only connection they feel

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig

mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley

mr. brezhnev and party

the ghost of mccarthy

the memories of nixon

and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin

american meat packing glitterati”

did they expect us to treat them with any respect

they can polish their medals and sharpen their

smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while

boom boom, bang bang, lie down you’re dead

safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

with their favourite toys

they’ll be good girls and boys

in the fletcher memorial home for colonial

wasters of life and limb

is everyone in?

are you having a nice time?

now the final solution can be applied

History Lesson -

Ronald Reagan - US President 1980-1988

Alexander Haig - Sec of State under Reagan, 4 star general

Menachem Begin - Israels 6th Prime Minister, awarded Nobel Peace prize with Anwar Sadat(1978).

Margaret Thatcher - British Prime Minister

Rev Ian Paisley - Rejected Thatchers Anglo Irish agreement signed in 1985

Leonid Brezhnev - General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union 1964-1982

Josepth McCarthy - US Senator claimed to have a list of Communists working for the US State Dept.

Richard Nixon - US President 1969-1974. Resigned to avoid impeachment due to Watergate scandal.

glitterati - wealthy or famous people who conspicuously or ostentatiously attend fashionable events.(http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Glitterati)

Here we go round the mulberry bush

The mulberry bush

The mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush

So early in the morning