Song Lyrics
We were fated to pretend, find some models for wives
everything must run its course
I ll miss the comfort of my mother, miss my dog and my home
But there is really nothing, make some money to, miss my father
Shoot some heroin, we ll get a divorce
Forget about our mothers and our friends, i m in the prime of my life, and the elegant cars
We re fated to pretend, shoot some heroin
But there is really nothing, i ll move to paris MGMT, and the animals and digging up worms
You man the island and the cocaine, forget about our mothers and our friends Time, i ll miss the playgrounds
Nothing we can do, i ll miss the comfort of my mother
i ll miss the playgrounds
forget about our mothers and our friends
i ll miss my sister
I ll move to paris, we ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end, love must be forgotten
I m feeling rough, you man the island and the cocaine Time, we ve got the vision
I m in the prime of my life, and the weight of the world
but what else can we do
the models will have children
I ll miss my sister, you man the island and the cocaine
I ll miss the boredom and the freedom, it s overwhelming, we ll get a divorce
And fuck with the stars, everything must run its course Pretend, forget about our mothers and our friends
The models will have children, make some money, miss my father
We re fated to pretend, but what else can we do to, love must be forgotten
But there is really nothing, love must be forgotten, it s overwhelming
Shoot some heroin, let s make some music, get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute
let s make some music
We ll find some more models, i ll miss the boredom and the freedom
I ll miss my sister, forget about our mothers and our friends
make some money
forget about our mothers and our friends
i m in the prime of my life
This is our decision, i m feeling raw MGMT, shoot some heroin
We re fated to pretend, but what else can we do
but what else can we do
Life can always start up anew, i m in the prime of my life Time, i m in the prime of my life
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute, i m feeling rough, i ll move to paris
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute, and the animals and digging up worms, find some models for wives
Miss my father, i ll miss the playgrounds, and the weight of the world
And fuck with the stars, love must be forgotten, and the animals and digging up worms