Time to Pretend

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'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'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, 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