I’m feeling rough I’m feeling wrong I have a problem with my life
Let’s make some music Make some money Find some wonderful wives
And I move to Paris with some heroine and some stars You met the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars This is our decision To live fast and die young We got the vision Now let’s have some fun 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 will fade to pretend To pretend Fade to pretend
I miss the playgrounds and the animals And digging worms I miss the comfort of my mother And weight of the world
And I miss my sister I miss my father Miss my dog and my home I miss the boredom and the freedom And the time spent alone
It’s really nothing Nothing we can do Lost must be forgotten Light can always start new
The mothers will have children Will get a divorce Will find more models And everything will run its course We’ll choke with our vomit And this will be the end We will fade to pretend To pretend Fade to pretend To pretend Fade to pretendTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
