[00:00.00] 作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Tre Cool/Mike Dirnt
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Tre Cool/Mike Dirnt
[00:00.00]Are We The Waiting
[00:17.12]Starry nights city lights coming down over me
[00:25.48]Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
[00:34.63]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
[00:42.59]This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
[00:51.19]Lost and found city bound in my dreams
[00:58.33]And screaming
[01:00.34]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
[01:06.91]And screaming
[01:08.69]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
[01:16.92]Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
[01:25.55]Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind
[01:34.51]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
[01:42.78]The rage and love, the story of my life
[01:51.21]The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
[01:58.51]And screaming
[02:00.04]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
[02:07.04]And screaming
[02:08.59]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
[02:17.27]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
[02:24.21]And screaming
[02:25.84]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
[02:34.04]Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
[02:43.06]St.Jimmy
[02:46.49]St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
[02:50.09]Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
[02:53.55]Lights of a silhouette
[02:55.34]He's insubordinate
[02:56.86]Coming at you on the count of 1, 2 (1, 2, 3, 4)!
[03:07.35]My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
[03:10.75]Suicide commando that your momma talked about
[03:14.21]King of the forty thieves I'm here to represent
[03:17.75]That needle in the vein of the establishment
[03:20.68]I'm the patron saint of the denial
[03:24.00]With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
[03:34.97]Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of weed
[03:38.34]I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Po
[03:41.99]Raised in the city in a halo of lights
[03:45.35]Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
[03:48.12]I'm the patron saint of the denial
[03:51.67]With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
[04:01.35]Are you talking to me?
[04:08.06]I'll give you something to cry about.
[04:22.26]St. Jimmy!
[04:47.28]My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
[04:50.54]I'm the one that's from the way outside (St. Jimmy)
[04:54.08]I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
[04:57.18]In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)
[05:01.14]I really hate to say it but I told you so
[05:04.01]So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy (St. Jimmy)
[05:08.24]Welcome to the club and give me some blood
[05:11.26]I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy)
[05:14.94]It's comedy and tragedy
[05:21.56]It's St. Jimmy
[05:24.96]And that's my name... and don't wear it out!

作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Tre Cool/Mike Dirnt
作曲 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Tre Cool/Mike Dirnt
Are We The Waiting
Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and 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 and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and 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
St.Jimmy
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 weed
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Po
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!