Buck 65 - 463 lyrics
[Buck 65 - 463 lyrics]
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
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