Rich & Famous

Wanna build a city out of tin foil
So I could reign down, bow down
Got blood like a royal
(Ah, ah)
Greed, lust in excess
'Cause everybody got a different version of success
(Ah, ah)
'Cause we live in a paper down full of fake things
Plastic crown, nothing ever how it seems
All the people say-ay-ay

Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
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, 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)
But life's already so hard (So hard, so hard)
Every little penny hurts, everybody got scars
(Ah, ah)

Would you rather be rich and famous
Or fit into the crowd, be nameless?
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, la la la la ah
La la la la ah

Oh, woah oh, oh woah oh
(La la la la ah
La la la la ah)
Oh, woah oh, oh woah oh
(La la la la ah
La la la la ah)

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 ah
La la la la ah
Do you wanna sell your soul to the Devil
To go up one notch, one level?
Ah, la la la la ah
La la la la ah

Oh, woah oh, oh woah oh
(La la la la ah
La la la la ah)
Oh, woah oh, oh woah oh
(La la la la ah
La la la la ah)

Oh, woah oh
Woah, oh oh