text: St. Jimmys coming down across the alleyway
  Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
  Light of a silhouette
  Hes insubordinate
  Coming at you on the count of one, two-
  One, two, three, four!
  My name is Jimmy and youd better not wear it out
  Suicide commando that your mama talked about
  King of the forty thieves and Im here to represent
  The needle in the vein of the establishment
  Im 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 in the halo of lights
  Product of war and fear that weve been victimized
  Im the patron saint of the denial
  With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
  Are you talking to me?
  Ill give you something to cry about!
  St. Jimmy!
  My name is St. Jimmy Im a son of a gun
  Im the one thats from the way outside 
  Im 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, old boy 
  Welcome to the club and give me some blood
  And the resident leader at the lost and found 
  Its comedy and tragedy
  Its St. Jimmy
  And thats my name
  And dont wear it out!