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