text: St. Jimmys comin down across the alleyway
  Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
  Lights on the silhouette, hes insubordinate
  Coming at you on the count of one, two
  One, two, three, four!
  My name is Jimmy, and you better not wear it out
  Suicide commando that your momma 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 Allan 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
  Shh! Shh! Shh! St. Jimmy!
  My name is St. Jimmy, Im a son of a gun
  Im the one thats from the way outside, now
  A teenage assassin executing 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
  Im the resident leader of the lost and found
  Its comedy and tragedy
  Its St. Jimmy, and thats my name
  And dont wear it out!