Time To Pretend

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 heroin 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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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