Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy

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 was 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 tails, fairytales in my mind
 Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
 The rage and love, the story of my life
 The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie
 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)
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 St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
 Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
 Lights on the silhouette
 He's insubordinate
 Coming at you on the count of one, two
 (One, two, three, four!)
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 My name is Jimmy, and you better not wear it out
 Suicide commando that your momma talked about
 King of the forty thieves, and I'm here to represent
 The needle in the vein of the establishment
 I'm the patron saint of the denial
 With an angel face, and a taste for suicidal
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 Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
 I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
 Raised in the city in the 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
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 Are you talking to me?
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 I'll give you something to cry about!
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 St. Jimmy!
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 My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun (ooh, ooh)
 I'm the one that's from the way outside, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
 A teenage assassin executing some fun (ooh, ooh)
 In the cult of the life of crime, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
 I really hate to say it, but I told you so (ooh, ooh)
 So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
 Welcome to the club, and give me some blood (ooh, ooh)
 I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
 It's comedy
 And tragedy
 It's St. Jimmy
 And that's my name
 And don't wear it out!