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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

Im the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

igarettes and rum in hand a little bag to sell
I am the 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

Im the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

You talkin to me?

Ill give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY

My name is St. Jimmy Im a son of a gun
I am the 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 give 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