All the People
Bombs bursting in the air
Catch the masses on the fritz
As they take back their identities
Stolen from the idle rich
Not willing to die without a cause
Not willing to be without applause
How you are perceived from eye to eye
Gawks and glances drive you awry
Run to the goal post
Make it your own home
Take to your body
Make it the story
All the people that fucked you over
All the people that broke your lip
All the people who called you danger
(Falling to the floor)
All the people that gave donations
All the people that gave you dresses
All the people that cut your hair
(Will make it to your door)
Bombs bursting in the air
Catch the masses on the fritz
As they take back their identities
Stolen from the idle rich
Not willing to die without a cause
Not willing to be without applause
How you are perceived from eye to eye
Gawks and glances drive you awry
Run to the goal post
Make it your own home
Take to your body
Make it the story
All the people that fucked you over
All the people that broke your lip
All the people who called you danger
(Falling to the floor)
All the people that gave donations
All the people that gave you dresses
All the people that cut your hair
(Will make it to your door)
Catch the masses on the fritz
As they take back their identities
Stolen from the idle rich
Not willing to die without a cause
Not willing to be without applause
How you are perceived from eye to eye
Gawks and glances drive you awry
Run to the goal post
Make it your own home
Take to your body
Make it the story
All the people that fucked you over
All the people that broke your lip
All the people who called you danger
(Falling to the floor)
All the people that gave donations
All the people that gave you dresses
All the people that cut your hair
(Will make it to your door)
Bombs bursting in the air
Catch the masses on the fritz
As they take back their identities
Stolen from the idle rich
Not willing to die without a cause
Not willing to be without applause
How you are perceived from eye to eye
Gawks and glances drive you awry
Run to the goal post
Make it your own home
Take to your body
Make it the story
All the people that fucked you over
All the people that broke your lip
All the people who called you danger
(Falling to the floor)
All the people that gave donations
All the people that gave you dresses
All the people that cut your hair
(Will make it to your door)
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Peterson
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