F# A E B
F# A E
F# A E B
I’m in a crowd full of angels and demons
F# A E
I’m looking out for the jingoes and heathens
F# A E B
Nobody move and nobody gonna get hurt
F# A E
Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt
F#
Everybody is a star (Star)
Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar (Scar)
Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
F# A E F#
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
A E B
I got blood on my hands in my pockets
F# A E C#
That’s what you get turning bullets into rockets (Rockets)
F# A E B
I am a kid of a bad education
F# A E
The shooting star of lowered expectation
F#
Everybody is a star (Star)
Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar (Scar)
Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
B
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
F#
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
E
I’m just a face in the crowd of spectators
E
To the sound of the voice of a traitor
F# A E
Dirty looks and I’m looking for a payback
F# A E
Burning books in a bulletproof backpack
F#
Everybody is a star (Star)
Got my money and I’m feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar (Scar)
Ain’t it funny how we’re running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
F#
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star)
F#
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star, ow)
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