I don't know whats wrong with the youth of today
wondering lost it's true what they say
and who is to blame?
T.V and magazines,
they'd have you belive, everyday was 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 atleast 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 my self harder and harder
blood in my eyes.
scrubing to get the dirt off
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'd 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 horse shoes harnneses and heavy string
problem is today they've 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 yes a no 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 it's life, death and I can't think of a better way to end the day
learn the words
turnin' the double play
doing my damage in my own suttle way
I've been all over
I've seen to 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 rockin something fearce
mmmm 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 yes a no 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 it's life, death and I can't think of a better way to end the day