歌曲:《Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy》
歌手:Green Day
专辑:American Idiot
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《Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy》歌词:
作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tre Cool
作曲 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tre Cool
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 is burning down in my dreams,
Lost and found the 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 tales and fairytales in my mind,
Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown
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's comin' down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Comin' 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 40 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 and Edgar Allan 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 talkin to me
I'll give you somethin 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 now
A teenage assassin executing some fun
in the cult of the life of crime now
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down 'ol boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found
It's comedy
And tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name
And don't wear it out