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

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out 
Suicide comando that your momma talked about 
King of the forty theives 
And I'm here 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 and a little bag to sell 
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe 
Raised in the city in the hail of lights 
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 exucuting some fun 
In the cult of the life of crime 

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 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 nameeeeeee. 
... and don't wear it out!