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Are We the Waiting/St. Jimmy
by Green Day



Starry nights,city of lights coming down other me,
Skyscrapers,
Star gazers in my head.

Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way in the none,
This dirty town is burning down in my dreams.

Lost n found city bound in my dreams, and we're screaming
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way,
And we're screaming,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way.

Forget me nots,
Second thoughts,
And Where the ice always shone,
Heads are tails,
Fairy tales in my mind,
Ah here we are the way in the none,
Rage n love in the story of my life,
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie.

And we're screaming,
Ah here we are the way,
Ah here we are,
And we're screaming,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way in the none,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way in the none,
And we're screaming,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way in the none,
Ah here we are,
Ah here we are the way in the none.

St.jimmy is coming down,
Across the other way,
Upon the billiard,
Like a zip can operade,
Lights on the silhouette,
Natures of bud n ed,
Coming at you on the count of 1,2,3,
1,2,3,4(fast).

My name is jimmy,
And you better not wear it out,
Since I've come out of it,
Your momma,
Is hard to doubt,
Don't mean to represent,
Don't need a needle vein,
To be an establishment,
Of the h.s sinsonato,
With an angle face it'll taste good too insideo.

Cigarets and ruming it about,
And a little baggy sound,
I am a son of a bitch,
And a Niger,
And a romerphobe,
Raise in the city,
And the hill of light,
Didn't want to interfere that we've been victimized,
H.s sinker of tonighto,
With an angle face that will taste good inside of you.

St. Jimmy.

I'll give you something to cry about.

St. Jimmy.

My name is St. Jimmy and you better not wear it out,
I'm the son of Ricardo,
And I've spent my life way outside,

St.jimmy

A teenage name,
Makes a killer stone age game,
And I'm going to spend my on the way outside,
St.jimmy,
I really hate to say it but I told you so,
So shut your mouth you filthy boy,
Before I shoot you down boy,
Welcome to the promise,
And give me some hurt,
And I'll raise you the winner of the lost and found,
It's commonly,
Dry,
Dry,
My name is st. Jimmy and that's my name.

And don't wear it out cause that be really lame.
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written by ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE/WRIGHT III, FRANK EDWIN/PRITCHARD, MIKE RYAN
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.