Tono: D
Introducción:
D G D D2 D
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
D G D D2 D
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
D G D D2 D
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
D G D D2 D
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
G A
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
G A D D2 D D2
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
G A
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
G A D D2 D D2
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
A G A
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
G D
We were fated to pretend.
G D
to pretend.
G D
We were fated to pretend.
G D
to pretend.
D G D D2 D
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
D G D D2 D
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
D G D D2 D
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
D G D D2 D
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
G A
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
G A D D2 D D2
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
G A
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
G A D D2 D D2
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
A G A
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
G D
We were fated to pretend.
G D
to pretend.
G D
We were fated to pretend.
G D
to pretend.