Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song St. Jimmy, artist - Milk Teeth. Album song Not Your American Idiots, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
St. Jimmy |
St. Jimmy’s comin' down across the alleyway |
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade |
Lights on the 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 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 talking to me? |
I’ll give you something to cry about |
Shh! |
Shh! |
Shh! |
St. Jimmy! |
My name is St. Jimmy, I’m a son of a gun |
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) |
I’m the one that’s from the way outside, now |
A teenage assassin executing some fun |
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) |
In the cult of the life of crime, now |
I really hate to say it, but I told you so |
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) |
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy |
Welcome to the club and give me some blood |
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) |
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! |