I'm feeling wrong in the time of my life
Let's make some music, make some fun
Find some models for wives
I'll go to Paris, shoot some heroin
Fun with the stars
You never idled, never cocaine, never elegant carbs
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, look what else can we do
Get jobs at offices and wake up for the money can you?
Get about our mothers and our friends
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 in my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love will be forgotten, like in our start of the new
For models we'll have children, we'll get into forks
We'll find some water bottles, everything was running its course
We'll show the gun, we'll run it, that will be the end
We're fated to pretend, to pretend
