And screaming Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown Are we we are, are we we are the waiting Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, and screaming I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Starry nights

I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,