St. Jimmys comin down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade Life on the sillohette Hes insubordinate Coming at you on account of wonder 1,2,1,2,3,4
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide gone mental that your momma talked about King of the forty theives Didnt mean to represent That needle in the vein of the establishment
Imthe patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
igarettes and rum in hand a little bag to sell Imthe son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Race to the city in the hail of light But aint it worth it that weve been victimized
Imthe patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
You talkin to me?
I will gi have you something to cry about.
ST. JIMMY
My name is St. Jimmy Ima son of a gun Imthe one thats runaway out of town now A teenage assasin makes the killing so fun And the cult of the lipo crowd now
I really hate to say it but I told you so So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy Welcome to the club and gi have me some blood And the resident leader at the lost and found
Its comedy and tragedy Its St. Jimmy And thats my nameeeeeee...and dont wear it out |