You've got this heart of stone So take that any way you want to (Woah) If only I could live a little bit longer (Oh oh) Oh yeah it's true I'm never breaking through Feels like a dead end road That's keeping me from you If I break that you hate that Oh ya

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door There's something tragic about you

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

Expectations Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Never be Miss America Baby, innocence one day gonna be decadence Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O and you got away

Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up

America, the beautiful America, the murderer America, the funeral America, God bless America They just scared 'cause they don't understand us Give me my freedom Run from these demons Please don't give 'em a reason

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my