Blues and Stars

I've been feeding on this dream for a long time
Of golden days and velvet nights
I've been living in a city that doesn't exist
Searched for paradise, but all I found was this

Ooh, the hills are on fire
Ooh, the valley is dry
I sold my soul for a pocket full of gold
And I still can't get by

We come for the glory, we come for the fame
We cannot resist it, like moths to a flame
And most will get nothing but addictions and scars
Blues and stars

I've been craving a life that is so rich and sweet
More than a taste could almost make me sick
I was never so hungry, never so poor
When life gets this hard, I only want it more

Ooh, the hills are on fire
Ooh, the valley is dry
I sold my soul for a pocket full of gold
And I still can't get by

We come for the glory, we come for the fame
We cannot resist it, like moths to a flame
And most will get nothing but addictions and scars
Blues and stars

It can be heaven
Or it can be hell
It's all who you know
It's all what you sell

We come for the glory, we come for the fame
We cannot resist it, like moths to a flame
And most will get nothing but addictions and scars
Blues and stars