St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
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Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
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Light of a silhouette
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He's insubordinate
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Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4!
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My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
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Suicide commando that your momma talked about
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King of the forty theives
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And I'm here to represent
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That needle in the vein of the establishment
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I'm the patron saint of the denial
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With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
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Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
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I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
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Raised in the city under a halo of lights
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The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
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I'm the patron saint of the denial
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With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
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ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
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I'll give you something to cry about.
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ST. JIMMY!
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My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
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I'm the one that's from the way outside
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I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
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In the cult of the life of crime.
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I really hate to say it but I told you so
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So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
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Welcome to the club and give me some blood
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And the resident leader at the lost and found
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It's comedy and tragedy
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It's St. Jimmy
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And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!
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St. Jimmy
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| Green Day |
