text: Oh 
  Kay, I got it
  Im in the crowd full of angels and demons
  Im 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 Im feeling kinda low 
  Everybody got a scar 
  Aint it funny how were running out of hope?
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  I got blood on my hands in my pockets
  Thats 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 Im feeling kinda low 
  Everybody got a scar 
  Aint it funny how were running out of hope?
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  Im just a face in the crowd of spectators
  To the sound of the voice of a traitor
  Dirty looks and Im looking for a payback
  Burning books in a bulletproof backpack
  Everybody is a star 
  Got my money and Im feeling kinda low 
  Everybody got a scar 
  Aint it funny how were running out of hope?
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 
  Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah