St.Jimmy
St.JImmy`s coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouete
He`s insubordinate
Comin at you on the count of 1 2
1 2 3 4 !!!

My name is St.Jimmy and you better
not wear it out
Suicide commandothat yuor 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
Whit an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes,ramen and little bag of dope
I`m the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city undert a hab of lights
The product of war and fear that we`ve beera victimized

I`m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and 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 haye to say it but i told youy 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 nameee....

AND DON`T WEAR IT OUT!!!