Buck 65 4-6-3
I don't know what's wrong with the youth of today Wandering lost, it's true what they say And who is to blame? TV and magazines they'd have you believe everyday is Halloween Why when I was 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 awhile 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 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 Highspeed horshoes, harnesses and heavy strings 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 I've 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 Cuz when it comes to rocking something fierce - Mmm 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
