St Jimmy

Intro: St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade Lights of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two, three, four! Intro: Verse: My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Just like a murder that your mother 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 Intro: verse 2: Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in the halo of lights 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 Bridge: Are you talkin to me? I'll give you somethin to cry about verse 3: 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 assassin 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 mouth before I shoot you down old 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