Time To Pretend

Beautiful and very cynical lyrics by the band MGMT....off the pretty good movie 21.....

I'm feelin' rough, I'm feelin' 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?

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.

But there is 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 its 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

I said yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Such cynicism and satire - in fact, dripping with it - "The models will have children, we'll get a divorce...We'll find some more models, everything must run its course."