Green day st. jimmy lyrics

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade

Lights of a silhouette

He's insubordinate

Comin' at you on the count of what the

(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 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



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 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 'ol 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!!!!!!!