Lyrics:

Im Feeling Rough, Im Feeling Raw, Im In The Prime Of My Life
lets Make Some Music, Make Some Money, Find Some Models For Wives
ill 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
weve Got The Vision, Now Lets Have Some Fun
yeah, Its 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
were Fated To Pretend, To Pretend
were Fated To Pretend, To Pretend

ill Miss The Playgrounds And The Animals And Digging Up Worms
ill Miss The Comfort Of My Mother And The Weight Of The World
ill Miss My Sister, Miss My Father, Miss My Dog And My Home
yeah, Ill 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, Well Get A Divorce
well Find Some More Models, Everything Must Run Its Course

well Choke On Our Vomit And That Will Be The End
we Were Fated To Pretend, To Pretend
were Fated To Pretend, To Pretend

i Said, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
yeah-Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah