St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Upon the blvd. like a zipgun on parade

Light of a silhouette

He's insubordinate

Comin' 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 mama 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 and angel face and a taste for suicidal



Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope

I'm am the sonuvabitch and Edgar Allen Poe

Raised in the city under a halo of lights

Product of war and fear that we've been victimized



*

Are you talkin to me?!

I'll give you somethin 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 now

A teenage assasin 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 mouh before I shoot you down ole 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!!!!!!!!