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sharpest lives:

Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own
If I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes
Cause I spent the night dancing, I'm drunk I suppose
If it looks like I'm laughing I'm really just asking to leave this alone
You're in time for the show
You're the one that I need, I'm the one that you loath
You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose
Cause I love all the poison away with the boys in the band

How do you get your sleep at night?
How did you get your noose so tight?
Like chewing on tinfoil its so much fun
Gonna be dead before your gone

'Cause look how things have gotten
And I'll be happy so I wont pretend
And I'll be cheering that you're going down
And I'll be laughing, I'll be laughing

How many feelings can you steal?
Gotta be part of your appeal
I can see through you cause you're wearing thin
Like chewing on tinfoil once again

'Cause look how things have gotten
And I'll be happy so I wont pretend
And I'll be cheering that you're going down
And I'll be laughing,

refrain:
Ha ha you're dead
And I'm so happy
In loving memory
Of your demise
When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha ha you're dead
Ha ha you're dead
Ha ha you're dead

Ha ha ha

refrain

Ha ha you're dead
The joke is over
You were an asshole
And now you're gone
As your ship is going down
I'll stand by and watch you drown

Ha ha you're dead (3x)

Ha ha you're dead
You're gonna be dead
Just remember what I said
Ha ha you're dead
Ha ha you're dead
Ha ha you're dead

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!

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride

A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall

Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road