St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Lights on the silhouette

He's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of one, two

One, two, three, four!

My name is Jimmy, and you 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 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 am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe

Raised in the city in the 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 talking to me?

I'll give you something to cry about!

St. Jimmy!

My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun (ooh, ooh)

I'm the one that's from the way outside, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)

A teenage assassin executing some fun (ooh, ooh)

In the cult of the life of crime, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)

I really hate to say it, but I told you so (ooh, ooh)

So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)

Welcome to the club, and give me some blood (ooh, ooh)

I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)

It's comedy

And tragedy

It's St. Jimmy

And that's my name

And don't wear it out!