St Jimmy´s comin´ down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Light on the sillohette
He´s insubordinate
Coming at you on account of wonder
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My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide comando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And I´m here to represent
That 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 to sell
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city in the hail of lights
But ain´t it worth it that we´ve been victimized

I´m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

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 runaway out of town now
A teenage assasin exucuting some fun
In 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 old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

It´s comedy and tragedy
It´s St Jimmy
And that´s my nameeeeeee.
... and don´t wear it out!