Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy

作詞：ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE/WRIGHT III, FRANK EDWIN/PRITCHARD, MIKE RYAN     作曲：ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE/WRIGHT III, FRANK EDWIN/PRITCHARD, MIKE RYAN

Starry nights, city of lights
Coming down over me
Skyscrapers, stargazers
In my head

Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown

This dirty town is burning down
In my dreams
Lost and found, city bound
In my dreams

And screaming
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting
And screaming
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting

Forget me nots, second thoughts
Live in isolation
Heads or tales, fairy tales
In my mind

Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown

The rage and love, story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie, come on

And screaming
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting
And screaming
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown

Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting
And screaming
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown
Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1, 2 (1, 2, 3, 4)

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Are you talking to me?

I'll give you something to cry about

St. Jimmy

My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside (St. Jimmy)
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy)

It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name, and don't wear it out