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
I sold my soul for a pocket full of gold
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
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
I sold my soul for a pocket full of gold
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
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