this song does not belong to/was produced by me i am just putting on scratch for the enjoyment of me and others! arrows 4 pitch lyrics 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 and duck with the stars You man the island and the 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're fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend 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 To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend I said yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
