Текст песни Green Day - St. Jimmy
Green Day - St. Jimmy слова песни
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!