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

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