High Score

My green for gold, I’m growing old
I buy my stuff from the kid next door
And I know just what he thinks

He thinks I’m dumb, trying to rub his thumbs
As he slips him some, I try to I get my kicks
And he thinks that I don’t see

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my high score in darts

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my, my high score in darts

The prices have changed, so has the range
The local economy play’s it’s game
But what can I do? Just follow the chain…

People are talking, some even watching
And they know what’s going on
What does it change? Nothing at all

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my high score in darts

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my, my high score in darts,
My high score I darts

This kid doesn’t know that I’ve been there before
And I’ve worn his t-shirt I’ve worn his jeans
I know the ropes I know he’ll grow
And he’ll end up just like me

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my high score in darts

Gone are the days of
Buying from a black vest, going to his back shed
Trying to get my, my high score in darts,
My high score in darts, my high score in darts
My high score in darts, my high score in darts

Lyrics: Archer / Lane
Music: Kessel
© 2016