Hush now, you fossils. 
It's way past 10pm.

Your knees are old. 
And You're telling that story again.

We’ve heard it before. 
You were once good. We know.

Just hand us the boards. 
And let us go.

Don't wait up. 
Don't leave on the light.

It’s our turn now. 
We'll be alright.

Goodnight, old fossils. 
Sleep tight. Dream on.

We are…The Shiny Bleeding Future.