|
MGMT |
|
Time To Pretend |
|
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. |
|
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. |
|
there's really nothing, nothing we can do |
|
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 it's course. |
|
we'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end |
|
we were fated to pretend |
|
to pretend |
|
we're fated to pretend |
|
to pretend |
|
yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
yeah, yeah, yeah |
|
yeah, yeah, yeah |
