St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
  Up on the boulevard like a zip code on parade
  Life on the sillohette
  He's insubordinate
  Coming at you on account of wonder
  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 and rum in hand a little bag to sell
  I am the son of a bitch 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 that's runaway out of town now
  A 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
  Welcome to the club and give me some blood
  And the resident leader at the lost and found
  
  It's comedy and tragedy
  It's St. Jimmy
  And that's my name
  ...and don't wear it out!