I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.

Yeah yeah yeah