St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway 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 - 1, 2, 3, 4
My name is jimmy and you'd 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 estabushment
I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
Cigarettes and raven in 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 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 (St. Jimmy) A teenage assassin executing so fun In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy)
I really hate to say it, but i told you so So shut your mouth before i shoot you down ol' boy (St. Jimmy) Welcome to the club and gimme 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!