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St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
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Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
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Light on the silhouette
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He's insubordinate
A D E D
Coming at you on account of one, two..
One, two, three, four
A D E A
A D E A
A D E A
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
A D E A
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
A D E A
King of the forty thieves and I'm here to represent
A D E A
That needle in the vein of the establishment
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
A D E A
A D E A
A D E A
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
A D E A
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
A D E A
Raised in the city in the hail of lights
A D E A
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
D A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
A D A D E
A D A D E
A D A D E
A D A D E
You talkin' to me? I'll give you something to cry about.
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A E C Eb
A E C Eb
A E C Eb
ST. JIMMY
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My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
G D A
I am the one that's from the way outside, now
A D
A teenage assassin executing some fun
G D A
In the cult of the life of crime, now
A D
I really hate to say it but I told you so
G D A
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
A D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
G D A
And the resident leader of the lost and found
A D E A
It's comedy and tragedy
A D
It's St. Jimmy
E A
And that's my nameeeeeee.
A
... and don't wear it out!
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