St. Jimmy
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
I'm the patron saint of the denial
I really hate to say it but I told you so
My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
It's comedy and tragedy
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
One, two, three, four
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
That needle in the vein of the establishment
King of the forty thieves I'm here to represent
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
I'm the resident leader at the lost and found
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
I'm the one that's from the way outside
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
In the cult of the life of crime
I'll give you something to cry about
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Coming at you on the count of one, two
It's St. Jimmy and that's my name
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Are you talking to me?
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
I'm the patron saint of the denial
