Green Day St. Jimmy ( Lyrics)

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