viernes, 6 de enero de 2012



I'm feeling rough,
 I'm feeling 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 heroin
And fuck with the stars.

You man,
The island,
And the cocaine
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
We're fated to pretend


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

3 comentarios:

  1. Demonios se tienen que volver7 de enero de 2012, 11:08 ;)

  2. siguiendo con los videocomentarios8 de enero de 2012, 3:42

    aquí hay un árbol
    aquí hay un río
    se cae el árbol
    salpica el rio

  3. gusano picante dry8 de enero de 2012, 3:51

    impresionanting. vigo trastorna


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