St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway. Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade. Light of a sillohette. He's insubordinate. Coming at you on the count of. 1 2. 1 2 3 4. My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out. Suicide comando that your momma 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 dope. I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe. Raised in the city under 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 am the one that's from the way outside (St. Jimmy). A teenage assasin exucuting 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 old boy. 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 you fuck wear it out!