St. Jimmy
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 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 bitch 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 (ooh, ooh)
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
A teenage assassin executing some fun (ooh, ooh)
In the cult of the life of crime, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
I really hate to say it, but I told you so (ooh, ooh)
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club, and give me some blood (ooh, ooh)
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
It's comedy
And tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name
And don't wear it out!
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 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 bitch 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 (ooh, ooh)
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
A teenage assassin executing some fun (ooh, ooh)
In the cult of the life of crime, now (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
I really hate to say it, but I told you so (ooh, ooh)
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
Welcome to the club, and give me some blood (ooh, ooh)
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found (ooh, ooh, ooh, St. Jimmy)
It's comedy
And tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name
And don't wear it out!
Credits
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
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