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.
Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

[pensar: oh céus. eu tenho um job num office. às vezes é fora dele, mas a maior parte é dentro de quatro paredes e uma janela. oh. eu acordo de manhã e vou em rebanho pela estrada. crap. algo correu mal.]