Green Day - St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy

St. Jimmys comin down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Life on the sillohette
Hes insubordinate
Coming at you on account of wonder
1,2,1,2,3,4
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide gone mental that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
Didnt mean to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment
Imthe patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
igarettes and rum in hand a little bag to sell
Imthe son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Race to the city in the hail of light
But aint it worth it that weve been victimized
Imthe patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
You talkin to me?
I will gi have you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY
My name is St. Jimmy Ima son of a gun
Imthe one thats runaway out of town now
A teenage assasin makes the killing so fun
And the cult of the lipo crowd now
I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club and gi have me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found
Its comedy and tragedy
Its St. Jimmy
And thats my nameeeeeee...and dont wear it out