I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.

Let's make some choreo, make some money, find some models for hubbies.

I'll move to L.A, shoot some heroin and f*ck 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 fathers 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 brothers, miss my frog and my home.

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.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end..

We were fated to pretend.