St. St Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun code on parade
Light of a silhouette on the sillohette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count account of 1,2,1,2,3,4! wonder
1 2 3 4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando comando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves theives
And I'm here to represent
TheThat 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 to sell
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo in the hail of lights
The product of war and fearBut ain't it worth it 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?You talkin' to me?

I'll give you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY!St Jimmy

My name is St. St Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'mI am the one that's from the way outside runaway out of town now
I'm aA teenage assassin executing assasin exucuting some fun
In the cult of the life of crime. crime

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' old boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. St Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee... nameeeeeee.
... and don't wear it out!