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 1,2,1,2,3,4! 
 
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out 
Suicide commando that your momma talked about 
King of the forty theives 
And I'm here to represent 
That 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 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 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 
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun 
In the cult of the life of crime. 
 
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 
 
It's comedy and tragedy 
It's St. Jimmy 
And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!