yeah, yeah, yeah

a veces hablar y dejar hablar

es mucho más tóxico que cualquier otra cosa...

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.

We're fated to pretend

NOT I!

Oooh darling who needs love?

Who needs a heaven up above?

Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I

Oooh darling who needs the rain?

Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?

Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call,

not I

No I don't need that at all,

not I

I'm, tired of love

Yeah, sick of love

I've taken more than enough

Oooh darling who needs the night?The sacred hours, the fading life

Who needs the morning, and the joy it brings,

not I

I've got my mind on other things, not I Oooh darling who needs joy?

Who needs a perfect girl or boy? And who needs to draw, that person near, not I

Because they always disappear, not I

You give me more than enough I'm gone!

Who needs all the arguments, who needs to be right, not I

But I just can't give up without a fight!

Dreaming of anything

Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees

Trying hard not to please

Anyone, all the time

Being a rebel's fine

But you go all the way to being brutal