歌词
作词 : Aidan Alexander/Alex John Craig/Albert Carlson
作曲 : Aidan Alexander/Alex John Craig/Albert Carlson
Nobody cares unless you’re pretty or you’re dead
What’s the point of being good If you can be adored instead?
I'll sell my soul if it means I’ll never die
The loser is 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 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 life is not about
The hurt and the weak
It’s about the rich
And it’s about the mean
It’s private planes
And it’s men that just start fires
Living isn’t living until you are 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 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