Green Day Lyrics

Album: American Idiot

St. Jimmy Lyrics

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

 Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade

 Life on the sillohette

 He's insubordinate

 Coming at you on account of wonder

 1,2,1,2,3,4!

 

 My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

 Suicide gone mental that your momma talked about

 King of the forty theives

 Didn't mean to represent

 That needle in the vein of the establishment

 

 I'm the patron saint of the denial

 With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

 

 igarettes and rum in hand a little bag to sell 

 I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe

 Race to the city in the hail of light

 But ain't it worth it that we've been victimized

 

 I'm the patron saint of the denial

 With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

 

 You talkin' 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 am the one that's runaway out of town now

 A teenage assasin makes the killing so fun

 And the cult of the lipo crowd now

 

 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 nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!