St. Jimmy's comin' down
across the alleyway
Upon the blvd.
like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Comin' at you
on the count of one two
My name is Jimmy
and you better not
wear it out
Suicide commando that
your mama talked about
King of the 40 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
Cigarettes and ramen and
a little bag of dope
I'm am the son
of a bitch and
Edgar Allen Poe
Went to the city
under a halo of lights
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 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 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 old 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