I’ll always be a sucker for the past cause I don’t wanna keep up when things change too fast. But everything that goes out of style becomes cool again, just gotta give it time. I’m getting older but I still feel young. I’ve got some friends who are moving on, but if you wanna keep hanging tough, I know a place we can go where time will never catch up. And the world keeps spinning round, I’ll be hanging at Kitties South. And when the music gets too loud, man, we’re gunna turn it down. These days I get so confused, can never figure out what I wanna do. When going out feels like giving in and staying home feels like giving up too. Cause I wanna party every single night. I wanna shred until my knuckles bleed. But they can’t all be killer shows and I can only break so many strings. And when I’m tired of spinning around, I’ll be hanging at Kitties South. And when the music gets too loud, man, we’re gunna turn it down. Let’s get real, Brown Barrel was a pretty sad bar. And I don’t really wanna hang around a porno store. We’re all moving too fast, you can’t just bury the past. There were things going on before me and you, man. And when this all becomes too much — cause I can’t see every show and hang out with every friend and find a girl to love and still kick out the jams with the band — I dream of moving back to the suburbs and catching up on Breaking Bad and just setting it on cruise control. But I’m scared to death I’d get bored real fast. And I ain’t in a rush to find out. I’ll be hanging at Kitties South. I got plenty of time to find out out. I’ll be hanging at Kitties South. We can kick it at Kitties South. Let’s kick it.