(Yeah I got it)

I'm in the crowd full of angels and demons

I'm looking out for the jingoes and heathens

Nobody move and nobody gonna get hurt

Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt.

Everybody is a star

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low

Everybody got a scar

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Do we want it? do, do we want it?)

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...

I got blood on my hands in my pockets

That's what you get turning bullets into rockets

I am a kid of a bad education

The shooting star of a lowered expectation.

Everybody is a star

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low

Everybody got a scar

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Do we want it? do, do we want it?)

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...

I'm just a face in a crowd of spectators

Do the sound of the voice of the traitor

Dirty looks and I'm looking for a payback

Burning books in a bulletproof backpack.

Everybody is a star

Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low

Everybody got a scar

Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope.

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Do we want it? do, do we want it?)

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Do we want it? do, do we want it?) (everybody is a star)

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (everybody is a star)