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St. Jimmy(Live) - Green Day
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Light of a silhouette
He's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count of 1,2,1,2,3,4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

Suicide commando that your momma talked about

King of the forty theives
And I'm here to represent

That 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 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.

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 hate to say it but I told you 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 nameeeeeee