A DA
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
A DA
Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
A DA
Lights of a silhouette
A DA
He's insubordinate
E D A
Coming at you on the count of one, two, three, four!
A D E A
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
A D E A
Just like a murder that your mother talked about
A D E A
King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent
A D E A
The needle in the vein of the establishment
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
A D E A
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
A D E A
I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe
A D E A
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
A D E A
product of war and fear that we've been victimized
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
A DA
Are you talkin to me?
A DA
I'll give you somethin to cry about
A D
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
G D A
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now
A D
A teenage assassin executing some fun
G D A
in the cult of the life of crime, now
A D
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
G D A
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
A D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
G D A
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found
A D
It's comedy
E A
And tragedy
A D
It's St. Jimmy
E A
And that's my name
A
And don't wear it out