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St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Comin' at you on the count of 1,2-(1,2,3,4!) My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the 40 thieves, 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 a 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 talkin to me?! I'll give you somethin 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, now A t
