Green Day - St. Jimmy Lyrics
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleywayUpon the blvd, like a zip gon on paradeLight of a silhouette, he's insubordinateComing at you on the count of 1, 2, 3, 4My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it outSuicide commando that your momma talked aboutKing of the 40 thieves and I'm here to representThe needle in the vein of the establishment.I'm the patron saint of the denial with an angel faceAnd a taste for suicidal cigarettes and ramenAnd a little bag of dope.I am the son of a ***** and Edgar Allan Poe.Raised in the city under a halo of lights.The product of war and fear that we've been victimized.ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?My name is St. Jimmy. I'm a son of a gunI'm the one that's from the way outsideI'm a teenage assassin executing some funIn the cult of life of crime.I'd really hate to say it but, I told you soSo shut your mouth before I shoot you down dl'boyWelcome to the club and give me some blood.I'm the resident leader of the lost and foundIt's comedy and tragedy.It's St. Jimmy and that's my name don't wear it out.
