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      Chorus:      Instrumental