I’m feeling rough
I’m feeling raw
I’m in the prime of my life
Let’s make some music
make some money
find some models for wives
I’ll move to Paris
shoot some heroin
and fuck with the stars
You man the island
and the cocaine
and the elegant cars
This is our decision
to live fast and die young
We’ve got the vision
now let’s have some fun
Yeah it’s overwhelming
but what else can we do
Get jobs in offices
and wake up
for the morning commute
Forget about our mothers
and our friends
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
I’ll miss the playgrounds
and the animals
and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort
of my mother
and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister
miss my father
miss my dog and my home
Yeah I’ll miss the boredem
and the freedom
and the time spent alone
There’s really nothing
nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
life can always start up a new
The models will have children
we’ll get a divorce
We’ll find some more models
everyting must run it’s course
We’ll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
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