Are We We Are/St. Jimmy Opera - Demo
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, 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, story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie, and screaming
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
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 coming down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a stray dog on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of one, two—
(One, two, three, four)
My name is Jimmy and you'd better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama 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
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've all glamorized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
Can it wait?
St. Jimmy
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 trap before I shoot you down, old 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
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, 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, story of my life
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie, and screaming
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting unknown
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 coming down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a stray dog on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of one, two—
(One, two, three, four)
My name is Jimmy and you'd better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama 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
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've all glamorized
I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Are you talking to me?
Can it wait?
St. Jimmy
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 trap before I shoot you down, old 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
Credits
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
- Boulevard of Broken Dreams
- Holiday
- Holiday/Blvd. of Broken Dreams - Demo
- Wake Me Up When September Ends - Demo
- Jesus of Suburbia - Demo
- Jesus of Suburbia
- Favorite Son
- St. Jimmy - Live from VH1 Storytellers
- Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Live at Irving Plaza, New York, NY, 9/21/04
- Are We the Waiting
All Album Tracks: American Idiot (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition) >
Altri album
- American Idiot (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
- American Idiot (20th Anniversary - Jesus of Suburbia)
- American Idiot - 20th Anniversary - Becoming Who We Are
- American Idiot - 20th Anniversary - On Holiday
- Saviors
- One Eyed Bastard
- Dilemma
- Look Ma, No Brains!
- The American Dream Is Killing Me
- Dookie (30th Anniversary Outtakes)
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.