the hills - Aidan Alexander

Lyrics by：Aidan Alexander/Alex John Craig/Albert Carlson

Composed by：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 could be adored instead

I'd sell my soul if it means I'll never die

The loser's 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 love is not about the hurt and the weak

It's about the rich and it's about the meek

It's private planes and it's men that just start fires

Living isn't living until you're 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