It’s the end of the party, man, but that don’t mean that the night is over. We still gotta find a way back home and we can’t let Forrest drive. There’s a tombstone pizza hiding in the freezer back at the house. And we can play some Blitz or start watching the Sopranos till we all pass out on the couch. There will be another weekend, man. There’ll be more
nights like this. The good times will never die, as long as we keep believing it. It’s the end of the album man, but that don’t mean that the music’s over. Billy saved his stems for a rainy day, and we saved some big riffs for the end. There’s always another show coming up, you know we play so many as it is. And soon enough your favorite band will be coming back to town, and their new stuff’s really gunna rip. When we get tired of living like this, we’ll retreat to the ‘burbs. We’ll teach our kids everything we know. We’ll sit back and live through them. And the process repeats itself, and the cycle it will never end until we’re swallowed by the oceans, turned into robots or nuke each other to death. It gets pretty scary when you look too many years ahead. So let’s just focus on the present and all the little stupid things we do to forget.