My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide comando that your momma talked about King of the forty theives And I`m here 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
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag to sell I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in the hail of lights 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 exucuting some 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 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!
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