[Intro]
D G x4
[Verse]
D                           G                             D Dsus2 D 
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. 
D                               G                             D Dsus2 D 
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives. 
D                              G                           D Dsus2 D 
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. 
D                           G                        D Dsus2 D 
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
[Pre-Chorus]
G 
This is our decision to live fast and die young. 
                                           D Dsus2 D Dsus2 
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun 
G 
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do? 
                                                    D Dsus2 D Dsus2 
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
[Chorus]
A                                 F#m 
Forget about our mothers and our friends. 
        G      A     D 
We were fated to pretend. 
        G           D 
              to pretend. 
        G           D 
We were fated to pretend. 
        G           D 
              to pretend.
[Verse]
D                                   G                        D Dsus2 D 
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms. 
D                           G                                D Dsus2 D 
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world. 
D                            G                             D Dsus2 D 
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home. 
D                                 G                            D Dsus2 D 
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
G 
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do. 
                                                  D Dsus2 D Dsus2 
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. 
G 
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce, 
                                                       D Dsus2 D Dsus2 
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
[Chorus]
A                                              F#m 
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end. 
        G     A      D 
We were fated to pretend. 
        G           D 
              to pretend. 
        G           D 
We were fated to pretend. 
        G           D 
              to pretend.