Let's make some music, make some money, find some models
This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overdose, but what else can we do.
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my book and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
everything must run it's course.
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end