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 St. Jimmy
 
 St.  coming down across the alleyway
 Upon  blvd, like a zip gon on parade
 Light of a silhouette, he's 
 Coming at you on the count  1, 2, 3, 4
 
  name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
 Suicide commando that your momma  about
 King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to 
 The needle in the  of the establishment.
 
 I'm the patron saint of the  with an angel face
 And a taste for suicidal cigarettes  ramen
 And a little bag of 
 
  am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe.
 Raised in the city  a halo of lights.
 The product of war  fear that we've been victimized.
 ARE YOU TALKING TO 
 
 My name is St. Jimmy. I'm  son of a gun
 I'm  one that's from the way outside
 I'm a teenage  executing some fun
 In the cult of life  crime.
 I'd really hate  say it but, I told you so
 So  your mouth before I shoot you down dl'boy
 
 Welcome to the club and give me some 
 I'm  resident leader of the lost and found
 It's  and tragedy.
 It's St. Jimmy and that's  name don't wear it out.