PROVOCERANDE KOLLEKTIVLIV

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 lets 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
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world


I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home


Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone



But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start off 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, that will be the end



We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah


så här kul kan man ha när man har 100 graders feber och inget liv. hej då

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