I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, some money, some wives
I'll move to Paris, the heroin and the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the 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 can we do?
Get jobs, wake up commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
We're fated to pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the world
I'll miss my sister, my father, my dog
I'll miss the boredom, the freedom, alone.

But there is nothing, nothing we can do
Love forgotten, life starts anew
Models, children, we'll divorce
We'll find more, everything run, it's course

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