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 f**k 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.

But there`s 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, 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