St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of
a sillhouette
He's insubordinate
coming 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 forty theives
and I'm here to represent
The needle in the vein
of the establishment
Chorus :
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
Chorus
You talkin' 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 am
the one that's from the way outside
A teenage assassin executing some fun
And 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
Welcome
to the club and give me some blood
And 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!
