We'll end up numb from playing video games. And we'll get sick of having sex. And we'll get fat from eating candy. As we drink ourselves to death. We'll stay up late making mix tapes.
The kids are disco dancing. They're tired of rock and roll. I try to tell them "hey that drum machine ain't got no soul". But they don't want to listen no.
Anything could happen as we make our way home from the club. We could both be flattened by a Double Decker city bus. Otherwise a perfect night. If were not dead before it ends.