"St. Jimmy"

 St. [bad word] #39; down across the alleyway
 Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
 Light of a silhouette
 He's insubordinate
 [bad word] at you on the count 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 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 [bad word] and Edgar Allen 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
 I'm a teenage assassin 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 ol' 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!