Green Day - Saint Jimmy (St. Jimmy) Lyrics
Saint Jimmy (St. Jimmy)
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleywayUp on the boulevard like a zip gun on paradeLights on the silhouetteHe's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of One, TwoOne, Two, Three, Four!My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it outSuicide commando that your momma talked aboutKing of the forty theivesno need to representThe needle in the vein of the establishmentI'm the patron saint of denialWith an angel face and a taste for suicidalCigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dopeI am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen PoeRaised in the city in the halo of lightsThe product of war and fear that we've been victimizedI'm the patron saint of denial[Saint Jimmy (St. Jimmy) lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]With an angel face and a taste for suicidalARE 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 gunI'm the one that's from the way outsideI'm a teenage assassin makes the killing so funIn the cult of the life of crime.I really hate to say it but I told you soSo shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boyWelcome to the club and give me some bloodI'm the resident leader at the lost and foundIt's comedy and tragedyIt's St. JimmyAnd that's my name...and don't wear it out!
