St. Jimmy (Explicit) - Green Day
Lyrics by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tré Cool
Produced by：Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Rob Cavallo/Tré Cool
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 mama talked about
King of the forty thieves 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 of **
I am the son of a ***** your Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a 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 talkin't to me
St. Jimmy
My name is St. Jimmy son of a gun
I am the one that's from the way outside
A teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down ol' boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of everybody
It's comedy
And tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name
And don't you wear it out
