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