Spaces:
Sleeping
Sleeping
| [Intro] | |
| D G x4 | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars. | |
| [Pre-chorus 1] | |
| G | |
| This is our decision to live fast and die young. | |
| D Dsus2 D Dsus2 | |
| We've got the vision, now let's have some fun | |
| G | |
| Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? | |
| D Dsus2 D Dsus2 | |
| Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute? | |
| [Chorus 1] | |
| A F#m | |
| Forget about our mothers and our friends. | |
| G A D | |
| We were fated to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| We were fated to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| to pretend. | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home. | |
| D G D Dsus2 D | |
| Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. | |
| [Pre-chorus 2] | |
| G | |
| But there is really nothing, nothing we can do. | |
| D Dsus2 D Dsus2 | |
| Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. | |
| G | |
| The models will have children, we'll get a divorce, | |
| D Dsus2 D Dsus2 | |
| we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course. | |
| [Chorus 2] | |
| A F#m | |
| We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end. | |
| G A D | |
| We were fated to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| We were fated to pretend. | |
| G D | |
| to pretend. |