American Idiot - St. Jimmy Lyrics |
2010 Broadway American Idiot the Musical - St. Jimmy Lyrics
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 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 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 Allen Poe Raised in the city under a 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'm the one that's from the way outside I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun In the cult of the life of crime.
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 And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my nameeeeeee... and don't wear it out!
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