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 were fated 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 boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend
