st. jimmy- green day
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade.
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
coming at you on the count of 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 b***h and Edgar Allan Poe.
Raised in the city under a halo of lights.
The product of war and fear that we've been victimised.
I'm the patron saint of the denial with an angel face
And a taste for suicidal.
Are you talking to me?
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 assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.
I'd really have to say it, but I told you so.
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy.
Welcome to the club and give me some blood.
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found.
It's a comedy and tragedy.
It's St. Jimmy and that's my name
And don't wear it out.
BringSammiTheHorizon Community Member 
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