Saint Jimmy (st. Jimmy) Lyrics

Saint Jimmy (st. Jimmy)

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade

Lights of the sillohette

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 mother talked about

King of the forty theives

and im 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 ramenand a little bag of dope

I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen 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 talk 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 assasin executing some fun

in the cult of the life of crime now.



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

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!