Wanna build a city out of tin foil
So I could reign down
Bow down
Got blood like a royal
Greed, lust in excess
'Cause everybody got a different version of success
'Cause we live un a paper town full of fake things
Plastic crowns
Nothin' ever how it seems
All the people say
Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crow, be nameless?
Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
To go up one notch, one level?
People say follow your heart
But then they pick and tear and rip rip you apart
But life's already so hard
Every little penny hurts, everybody got scars
Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
To go up one notch, one level?
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?
Do you wanna sell your soul to the devil
To go up one notch, one level?
