463 - Buck 65

I don’t know what’s wrong with the youth of today

Wondering lost, it’s true what they say

And who is to blame, TV and magazines

They would have you believe that everyday is Halloween

Why, when I was a kid, playing in the ditches

Living in fear of Satan and the witches

The whole world was made of wood and smelled like gasoline

The days were at least twice as long and the grass was green

Running for my life, I was cursed by a talking snake

I’d walk all day and throw rocks across a bottomless lake

There was a killer in the woods who would whistle

Once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol

And the other kids hated me, but like a martyr

I drove myself harder and harder

Blood in my eyes, scrubbing to get the dirt off

I didn’t say much, didn’t like to take my shirt off

I was quick but I didn’t know the meaning of pain yet

I would visit Father Bob and he would show me his train set

Tell me a story, offer me a glass of milk

Send me on my way with a question to ask myself

The rain didn’t bother me, the search had meaning

Church was good but I’d rather be dreaming

High speed horseshoes, harnesses and heavy string

The problem is today they got an answer for everything

4−6-3, an X, an O

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, a punch, a kick

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, a yes, a no

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, it’s life, death

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

Learning the words, turning the double play

Doing some damage in my own subtle way

Been all over, I’ve seen too much

I no longer feel the need to rush

I’m upside down, I’m inside out

Broken glass all in my mouth

Cut wide open and everybody knew why

Cause when it comes to rocking something fierce, boy do I

4−6-3, an X, an O

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, a punch, a kick

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, a yes, a no

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day

4−6-3, it’s life, death

And I can’t think of a better way to end the day