St.Jimmy

ST. JIMMY'S COMING DOWN ACROSS THE ALLEY WAY UPON THE BLUD. LIKE A ZIP GUN ON PARADE LIGHT OF A SILHOUETTE, HE'S INSUBORDINATE COMING AT YOU ON THE COUNT OF 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 40 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 EDGER ALLAN POE, RAISED IN THE CITY UNDER A HARD 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? 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'D 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 SOME BLOOD. I'M THE RESIDENT LEADER OF THE LOST AND FOUND. IT'S COMEDY AND TRAGEDY. IT'S ST. JIMMY AND THAT'S MY NAME AND DON'T WEAR IT OUT