Green Day - St Jimmy (VH1 Storytellers Version) Lyrics
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleywayUpon the blvd. like a zipgun on paradeLight of a silhouetteHe's insubordinateComin' at you on the count of 1,21,2,3,4!My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it outSuicide commando that your mama 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 denialWith an angel face and a taste for suicidalCigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dopeI'm am the sonuva***** and Edgar Allen PoeRaised in the city under a halo of lightsProduct of war and fear that we've been victimized*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 gunI'm the one that's from the way outside nowA teenage assasin executing some funin the cult of the life of crime nowI'd really hate to say it but I told you soSo shut your mouh before I shoot you down ole boyWelcome to the club and give me some bloodI'm the resident leader of the lost and foundIt's comedy!And tragedy!It's St. Jimmy!And that's my name!!......And don't wear it out!!!!!!!!
