Bowling For Soup - St. Jimmy lyrics

Saint Jimmy's coming down across the alley way Up on the boulevard like a zipgun on parade Lights on the 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 mama talked about King of the 40 thieves and im here to represent The needle in the vein of the establishment Im the patron Saint of the Denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes some ramen and a little bag of dope I am a son of a b**h, an Edgar Allan Poe Raised in the city in a halo of lies Product of war and fear that we've been victimized Im the patron Saint of the Denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Are you talking to me? Ill give you something to cry about! Saint Jimmy! My name is Saint Jimmy Im a Son of a gun Im the one thats from way out of town, now A teenage Assa**in executing some fun In the cult of a life of crime, now 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 Im the resident leader of the lost and found Its comedy And Tragedy Im Saint Jimmy And thats my name And dont you wear it out!