Buck 65 Lyrics
"463"

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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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This song is from the album "Talking Honkey Blues", "463 EP" and "This Right Here Is".