st jimmy s comin down across the alleyway up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade light of a silhouette he s insubordinate coming at you on the count of 1 2 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 forty 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 edgar allan poe raised in the city under a halo 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 i ll give you something to cry about st jimmy my name is st jimmy i m a son of a gun i m the one that s from the way outside old boy 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 me 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 nameeeeeee and don t wear it out 