*****Do dreamers EVER really sleep?*****I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin 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 were fated 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 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.***yeah yeah yeah***
