Good Charlotte Y Green Day St. Jimmy Lyrics:
St. Jimmy's comin' town 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 1,2...1,2,3,4

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 a dope I
am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe Raised
in the city in the halo of lights But ain't it
worth it that we've been victimized
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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 war outside 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 I'm
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!
Lyrics: St. Jimmy, Good Charlotte Y Green Day [end]