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 lets 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 digging 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 off 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

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