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