St. [bad word]  down across the alleyway
Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
Light of a silhouette
He's [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 40 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 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 talkin to me?!
I'll give you somethin 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 now
teenage assassin executing some fun 
in the cult of the life of crime now

I'd 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
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found
 [bad word] 
And tragedy!
It's St. Jimmy!
And that's my name!
And don't wear it out!