St. Jimmy s coming down across the alley way
Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He s insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 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 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
Cigaretes 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 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 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!
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