Karaoké St. Jimmy Green Day

Saint Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Lights on the silhouette

He's insubordinate

Comin' at you on the count of one two

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 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 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

Shh

Shh

Shh

Saint Jimmy

My name is Saint Jimmy

I'm a son of a gun

I'm the one that's from the way outside now

A teenage assassin executin' some fun in the cult of the life of crime now

I 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 the lost and found

It's comedy and tragedy

It's Saint Jimmy and that's my name

And don't wear it out