What all the old farts forget to tell you is.
25 years ago they were all running round town, drinking and whooping it up.
until daybreak. always a place open, back then,
They filled there boots to the brim.
But you young people can't do that. no, no.
cant' have that, now can we.
And more to the point, you come to Noise Land and then moan about the noise.
just move on, to that big old bar stool in the sky.
and let the kids enjoy there time.
you all had yours, you selfish old sods.
Right time for a breakfast beer. cheers.