(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 the 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)
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E. Wright III, Gary Glitter, Michael Ryan Pritchard, Mike Leander
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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