• I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. . .
    Lets make some music, make some money, find some models for wifes. . .
    I'll move to Paris shoot some herion, and f*uck with the stars. . .
    You man the island and the cocain, and the elegant cars. . .
    This is our decidsion to live fast and die young, We got the vison, now lets have some fun. . .
    Yea, it's overwelming, but what else can we do, get jobs adn offices, and wake up for the - morning commute. . .
    Forget about our mothers and friends. . .
    Were fated to pretend. . . to pretend. . .
    Were fated to pretend. . . to pretend. . .
    I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals, and diggin up worms. . . . .
    I'll miss the comfort of my mother, and the weight of her world. . .
    I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home. . .
    Yea, i'll miss the boredom, and the freedom, and the time spent alone. . .
    But there is really nothing, nothing you can do, Iobe 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 it's course. . .
    We'll choke on our vomit, and that will be the end. . .
    We were fated to pretend. . . to pretend. . .
    We were fated to pretend. . . to pretend. . .
    I said yea, yea, yea
    yea, yea, yea
    yea, yea, yea
    yea, yea, yea

    Note: not part of lyrics look it up on youtube TIME TO PRETEND- MGMT