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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7a5rduCEQc ;)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooEFVUCirXM
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