The Hills

Nobody cares unless you're pretty or you're dead
What's the point of being good if you could be adored instead
I'd sell my soul if it means I'll never die
The loser's still the loser even if the winner lied

I'll be in Prague every summer getting high with my lover
That I really don't love that much
I'll ride away away in a Hummer because I can find another
It's so easy being out of touch

In the hills
Maybe I am rotten but I will not be forgotten
In the hills
Maybe I'm corrupt but I can't get enough

This love is not about the hurt and the weak
It's about the rich and it's about the meek
It's private planes and it's men that just start fires
Living isn't living until you're admired

I'll be in Prague every summer getting high with my lover
That I really don't love that much
I'll ride away away in a Hummer because I can find another
It's so easy being out of touch

In the hills
Maybe I am rotten but I will not be forgotten
In the hills
Maybe I'm corrupt but I can't get enough