A D A St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway A D A Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade A D A Lights of a silhouette A D A He's insubordinate E D A Comin' at you on the count of one, two (1,2,3,4!) A D E A My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out A D E A Just like a murder that your mother talked about A D E A King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent A D E A The needle in the vein of the establishment Chorus: D A I'm the patron saint of the denial D E With an angel face and a taste for suicidal Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope I am the son of a bitch and edgar Allan Poe Raised in the city in the halo of lights The product of war and fear that we've been victimized Chorus E A D A D E A D A D Are you talkin to me?! E A E F# F I'll give you somethin to cry about!! St.Jimmy! My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) I'm the one that's from the way outside, now A teenage assassin executing some fun (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) In the cult of the life of crime, now I really hate to say it, but I told you so (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol' boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, St. Jimmy) I'm the resident leader of the lost and found A D It's comedy! E A And tragedy! A D It's St. Jimmy! E A And that's my name! And don't wear it out! | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F F# |