Time To Pretend

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 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 diggin' 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
To pretend

We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah