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Saint Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Upon 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 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 and angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I'm am the sonuvabitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized


Are you talkin to me?
I'll give you somethin to cry about!
Saint 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 mouh before I shoot you down ole 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 Saint Jimmy
And that's my name
And don't wear it out!