St. [bad word]  down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
Life on the sillohette
He's [bad word] at you on account of wonder
1,2,1,2,3,4!

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide gone mental that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
Didn't mean 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 [bad word] in hand a little bag to sell
I am the son of a [bad word] and Edgar Allen Poe
Race to the city in the hail of light
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 [bad word] out of town now
teenage assasin makes the killing so fun
And the cult of the lipo crowd now

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 you [bad word]  wear it out!