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