St. Jimmy coming down across the alleyway
Upon the blvd. like a zip gone parade
Light of silhovette, he's insubordinate
Coming at he count 1,2,3,4
My name is St. Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent the patron saint of the denial with an angel face and the taste for suicial cigarettes and a ramen and a little bag of dope. I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Pole. Raised in the city under a hald of lights
Are you talking to me? My name is St.Jimmy. I'm a bon of a gun. I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun cult of the life of crime. I'd really hate to say it, but I told you so. So shut your mouth before I shot you down. Welcome t the club and give me some blood 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