Buck 65 4-6-3 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? t.v and magazines 

they'd have you believe every day 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 smelt like gasoline

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

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

could walk all day and throw rocks across the 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 martar I drove myself harder and harder

blood in my eyes, scrubbing to get the dirt off

I didnt say much didnt like to take my shirt off

I was quick but I didnt 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 didnt bother me the search had meaning

church was good but I'd rather be dreaming

Highspeed horseshoes, harnesses and heavy strain

the problem is today they got an answer for everything



chorus:

4-6-3 an x

an 'O' 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

and no 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



Learing 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

cause when it comes to rocking something fierce hmm do I



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