Green Day - St.Jimmy

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Life on the sillohette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on account of 1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mamma talked about
King of the forty theives
Didn't mean to represent
That 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 in hand a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Race to the city in the hail of light
But ain't it worth it that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

You talkin' to me?

I'll give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I am the one that's 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 oh boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found

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