[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.