Green Day - Saint Jimmy Lyrics

Green Day
Miscellaneous
Saint Jimmy
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Upon the blvd. like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming 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 momma 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 an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The 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 TALKING 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'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assasin executing some fun in the cult of the life of crime
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down o'l 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!