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