Standard Tuning

Verse 1

D                           G                             D D9 D
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
D                               G                             D D9 D
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
D                              G                           D D9 D   
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
D                           G                        D D9 D    
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

Pre-chorus 1
G                       A
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
G                      A                   D D9 D D9..../ 
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
G                           A
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
G                      A                            D D9 D D9..../ 
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Chorus 1
A                G                A
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.

Verse 2
D                                   G                        D D9 D
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
D                           G                                D D9 D
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
D                            G                             D D9 D
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
D                                 G                            D D9 D
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

Pre-chorus 2
G                            A
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
G                       A                         D D9 D D9..../
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
G                              A
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
G                            A                         D D9 D D9..../
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

Chorus 2
A                            G                    A  
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.
        G           D
We were fated to pretend.
        G           D
              to pretend.