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!