I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life Let's make some music, some money, some wives I'll move to Paris, the heroin and the stars You man the island and the cocaine and the 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 can we do? Get jobs, wake up commute? Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the world I'll miss my sister, my father, my dog I'll miss the boredom, the freedom, alone. But there is nothing, nothing we can do Love forgotten, life starts anew Models, children, we'll divorce We'll find more, everything run, it's course We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend We're fated to pretend Fated to pretend Fated to pretend Fated to pretend