Theo Stockman - St. Jimmy lyrics

Johnny: St. Jimmy's coming 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 one, two- one, two, three, four St. Jimmy: One, two, three, four My name is Jimmy and you'd 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 b**h and Edgar Allen 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 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 a**a**in 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 name And don't wear it out!