St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway   Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade   Lights on the silhouette   He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of One, Two      One, Two, Three, Four!      My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out   Suicide commando that your momma talked about   King of the forty theives   no need to represent   The needle in the vein of the establishment      I'm the patron saint of 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 bitch and Edgar Allen Poe   Raised in the city in the halo of lights   The product of war and fear that we've been victimized      I'm the patron saint of 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 assassin makes the killing so 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   I'm 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!