Green Day - St. Jimmy lyrics

Green Day [East Bay, California. USA.]

[Green Day - St. Jimmy lyrics]

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
Comin' 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 talkin' to me?
I'll give you somethin' 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!

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