You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
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
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
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