Lyrics St. Jimmy - Green Day, Tony Vincent, Declan Bennett

St. Jimmy

St. Jimmy’s comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he’s insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of one, two!
One, two, three, four!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty 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 and Edgar Allan 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 talking to me?
I’ll give you something 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 (St. Jimmy!)
I’m a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy!)
I’d really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy (St. Jimmy!)
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I’m the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy!)
It’s comedy and tragedy
It’s St. Jimmy, and that’s my name…
And don’t wear it out!