Текст песни Green Day -  St. Jimmy   
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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!