Intro 1
A A D D
Strofa 1
A
Starry nights
D
City of lights coming down over me
A D
Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head
A
Are we we are, are we we are
D
The waiting, unknown
F#m E D
This dirty town is burning down in my dreams
F#m E D
Lost and found the city bound in my dreams
Ritornello 1
And screaming
A D
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
A D
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
Strofa 2
A
Forget me nots and second thoughts
D
live in isolation
A D
Heads or tales and fairytales in my mind
A
Are we we are
D
Are we we are the waiting, unknown
F#m E D
Rage and love, the story of my life
F#m E D
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
Ritornello 2
And screaming
A D
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
A
Are we we are, are we we are
D
the waiting unknown
A D
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
A
Are we we are, are we we are
D
the waiting unknown
A
Are we we are, are we we are
D
the waiting unknown
Strofa 3
A A D
A
St. Jimmy's coming down
D
across the alleyway
A
Up on the boulevard like a
D
zip gun on parade
A D
Light of a Silhouette,
A D
he's insubordinate
A D E D
Coming at you on the count of one two
Interludio 1
(one, two, three, four)
A D E A
A D E A
Strofa 4
A D
My name is Jimmy
E A
and you better not wear it out
D
Suicide commando
E A
that your momma talked about
D
King of the forty thieves
E A
and I'm here to represent
D E A
That needle in the vein of the establishment
Ritornello 3
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Interludio 2
A D E A
A D E A
Strofa 5
A D
Cigarettes and ramen
E A
and a little bag of dope
D E A
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
D E A
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
D
The product of war and
E A
fear that we've been victimized
Ritornello 4
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Interludio 3
A D A D E
A D A D
E
You talkin' to me?
A D A D E
A D A D
E
I'll give you something to cry about
A E C Eb
A E C Eb
A E C Eb
A E C
Eb
St. Jimmy
A D E A
A D E E
E E
Finale 1
A D G D A
A D
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
G D A
I am the one that's from the way outside
(St. Jimmy)
A D
A teenage assassin executing some fun
G D A
And the cult of the life of crime
(St. Jimmy)
A
I really hate to say it
D
but I told you so
G
So shut your mouth before I
D A
shoot you down ol' boy
(St. Jimmy)
A D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
G D A
And the resident leader of the lost and found
(St. Jimmy)
A D E A
It's comedy, and tragedy
A D E A
It's St. Jimmy, and that's my name
A
And don't wear it out
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, 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, 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
Dall'album
American Idiot
Green Day · 2004 · Track 5