St. [bad word]  down across the alleyway 
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade 
Light of the silhouette 
He's insubordinate [bad word] at you on account of 1,2. 
1, 2, 3, 4. 

My name is Jimmy 
And you better not wear it out  [bad word] 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 of dope 
I am the son of a [bad word] and Edgar Allen Poe 
Raised in the city in the hail 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 

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'm the one that's from the way outside
teenage assasin executing 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  [bad word] to the club and give me some blood 
And the resident leader 
At the lost and found 
 [bad word] and tragedy 
It's St. Jimmy 
And that's my nameeeeeee. 
... and don't wear it out!