F#m A E B I'm in the crowd full of angels and demons F#m A E I'm looking out for the jingoes and heathens F#m A E B Nobody move and nobody gonna get hurt F#m A E Reach for the sky with your face in the dirt Chorus: 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 (Ain't it funny, ain't it funny) Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Uh-hu-hu-huh, ah-ha-ha) 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 Chorus Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody, e-everybody) Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh) I'm just a face in the crowd of spectators To the sound of the voice of a traitor Dirty looks and I'm looking for a payback Burning books in a bulletproof backpack Chorus Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody, e-everybody) Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh) Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star) Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Everybody is a star, ow) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F# F#m |