I. The Death of St. Jimmy

My heart is beating from me,
I am standing all alone,
Please call me only if you [bad word] home,
Waste another year flies by,
Waste a night or two,
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame,
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain,
There's no signs of hope,
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope,
There's a glow of light,
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night,
Bearing gifts and [bad word] 
fixture in the city of lust,

"What the [bad word] your name,
What's your pleasure what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a [bad word] "

In the crowd of pain, St. [bad word] without any shame,
He says "We're [bad word] up,
But we're not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame"

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay,
In the state of mind its my own private suicide

kroeger