wanna build a city out of tin foil
so i could rain down bow down
got blood like a royal
oh
greet lust in excess
cause everybody got a different version of success
oh oh
cause we live in a paper town
full of fake things plastic crown
nothing ever how it seems
all the people say
would you rather be rich and famous
or fit here in the crowd be nameless
ah la la la la la la la la
do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
to go up one notch one level
ah la la la la la la la la
people say follow your heart
but then they pick and tear and rip rip you apart
oh oh life's already so hard so hard so hard
every little penny hurt everybody got scars oh oh
would you rather be rich and famous
or fit into the crowd be nameless
oh la la la la la la la la
do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
to go up one notch one level
ah la la la la la la la la
ah la la la la la la la
la la la la
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 la la la la la la la la
do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
to go one last one level
ah la la la la la
la
la la
