St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
Lights of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Comin' at you on the count of what the.

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the 40 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 of 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 talkin to me
I'll give you somethin to cry about
St.Jimmy!

My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now
A teenage assassin executing some fun
in the cult of the life of crime, now.

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

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