St. Jimmy - Green Day, Tony Vincent, Declan Bennett

St. Jimmy’s comin' down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Light of a 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 Allan Poe

Raised in the city under a halo of lights

The 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

I’m the one that’s from the way outside (St. Jimmy!)

I’m a teenage assassin executing some fun

In the cult of the life of crime (St. Jimmy!)

I’d really hate to say it but I told you so

So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy (St. Jimmy!)

Welcome to the club and give me some blood

I’m the resident leader of the lost and found (St. Jimmy!)

It’s comedy and tragedy

It’s St. Jimmy, and that’s my name…

And don’t wear it out!