[Part I: Are We the Waiting]

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Starry nights, city lights comin' down over me
Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting unknown
This dirty town is burnin' down in my dreams
Lost and found, city-bound in my dreams

[Chorus]
And screamin'
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting
And screamin'
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting

[Verse 2]
Forget-me-nots, second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails, 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
[Chorus]
And screamin'
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting
And screamin'
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting unknown
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting
And screamin'
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting unknown
Are we? We are
Are we? We are the waiting unknown

[Part II: St. Jimmy]

[Intro: Billie Joe Armstrong & Tre Cool]
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Comin' at you on the count of one, two
(One, two, three, four)

[Verse 1: Billie Joe Armstrong]
My name is Jimmy, and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama talked about
King of the Forty Thieves, I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong & Mike Dirnt]
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

[Verse 2: Billie Joe Armstrong]
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 the halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized

[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong, Billie Joe Armstrong & Mike Dirnt]
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

[Bridge: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Are you talkin' to me?
I'll give you somethin' to cry about
Shh
Shh
Shh
St. Jimmy

[Breakdown: Billie Joe Armstrong]
My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside now (St. Jimmy)
A teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime now (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)
[Outro: Billie Joe Armstrong]
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy, and that's my name
And don't wear it out