Rich & Famous

Wanna build a city out of tin foil
So I could reign down, bow down, got blood like a royal
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Greed, lust in excess
'Cause everybody got a different version of success
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
'Cause we live in a paper town full of fake things
Plastic crown, nothin' ever how it seems
All the people say-ay, yeah
Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah
Do you wanna sell your soul to the Devil
To go up one notch, one level?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah
People say, «Follow your heart»
But then they pick and tear and rip, rip you apart
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Life’s already so hard (So hard, so hard)
Every little penny hurt, everybody got scars
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah
Do you wanna sell your soul to the Devil
To go up one notch, one level?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah (Yeah, yeah, oh)
(La-la-la-la-la, oh)
Woah, oh (La-la-la-la-ah)
(La-la-la-la-ah, ah, ah, oh)
Woah, oh (La-la-la-la-ah)
(La-la-la-la-ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah)
(Ah, woah)
I guess I get a little caught up
Caught up, yeah, caught up
My feelings sometimes a little too much
Too much, yeah, too much, yeah
I guess I get a little caught up
Caught up, yeah, caught up
My feelings sometimes a little too much
Too much, yeah
Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah
Do you wanna sell your soul to the Devil
To go up one notch, one level?
Ah-ah-ah-ah, la-la-la-la-ah
La-la-la-la-ah, ah, ah, oh
(La-la-la-la-la, oh)
Woah, oh (La-la-la-la-ah)
(La-la-la-la-ah, ah, ah, oh)
Woah, oh (La-la-la-la-ah)
(La-la-la-la-ah, oh, oh)
Oh, woah, oh
Woah, oh, woah-oh