Текст песни Green Day - St. Jimmy
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Текст песни Green Day - St. Jimmy
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade Light on the sillohette He's insubordinate Coming at you on account of wonder 1 2 3 4 ( )My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide comando that your momma talked about King of the forty theives And I'm here to represent That 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 to sell I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe Raised in the city in the hail of lights But ain't it worth it that we've been victimized I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal You talkin' 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 am the one that's runaway out of town now A teenage assasin exucuting 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 It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my nameeeeeee. ... and don't wear it out!