Starry nights city [bad word] 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. [bad word]  down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's [bad word] at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out [bad word] 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

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a [bad word] and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The 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
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy [bad word] to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
 [bad word] and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee... and don't wear it out!