Green day saint jimmy (st jimmy) lyrics

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway



Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade



Lights of the sillohette



He's insubordinate



Coming 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 mother talked about



King of the forty theives



and im 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 ramenand a little bag of dope



I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe



Raised in the city under a halo of lights



the 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 talk 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 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!