Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Saint Jimmy's coming down
Across the alleyway up on the boulevard
Like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on account of wonder
(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 40 thieves
And I'm here to represent
The needle in the vain of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and raman 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!

Saint Jimmy!

My name is Saint Jimmy
I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
A teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime now

I'd really hate to say it
But I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy
Welcome to the club
And give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found

It's comedy
And tragedy
It's Saint Jimmy
And that's my name...
...And don't wear it out!