St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Comin' at you on the count of 1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama 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'm am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a 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 assasin 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

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