Rich & Famous - WENS

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