Green Day Lyrics
"St. Jimmy"

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
Comin' at you on the count of one, two
(One, two, three, four)

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your mama talked about
King of the Forty Thieves and I'm here to represent
The 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 Allan Poe
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
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 talkin' to me?
I'll give you somethin' to cry about
Shh
Shh
Shh
St. Jimmy

My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside now (St. Jimmy)
A teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime now (St. Jimmy)
I really hate to say it, but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy (St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy)

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