I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, on the prime of my life
Let's make some music, some money, some wine
I'll move to Paris, the !@(% on a star

You'll man the island, the cocaine and the car

This is our decision, live fast, die young

We've got a vision, now let's have some fun
Yes, 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, the animals and worms

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


There is nothing, nothing we can do
Love forgotten, life will start anew

Models, children, we'll divorce
We'll find more, everything runs its 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