作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool
作曲 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool
I'm in the crowd full of angels and demons
I'm looking out for the jingles 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 (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah)
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 lowered expectation
Everybody is a star
Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah)
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
Everybody is a star
Got my money and I'm feeling kinda low (Feeling kinda low)
Everybody got a scar
Ain't it funny how we're running out of hope?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah)
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah