St.

Jimmy's comin

g

down across the alle

yway

Up

on

the boulevard like a

zip gun on parade

.

Light

of a sil

houette,

he's insubord

inate

coming

at you on the

count of 1,2,3,4.

C-F-G-C X2

My

name is Jimmy

and you better not we

ar

it out.

Suicide

commando

that

your momma talked

about.

King

of the 40 t

hieves

and I'm here t

o

represent

The

needle in th

e

vein of the establ

ishment.

I'm

the pa

tron

saint of the denial wi

th

an angel face

And a tas

te

for suicid

al.

C-F-G-C X2

Cigarettes

and ramen

and

a little bag

of

dope.

I

am the son

of a bitch and Edgar Alla

n

Poe.

Raised

in the city

under

a halo of l

ights.

The

product of war

and fear that

we've

been victimised.

I'm

the pa

tron

saint of the denial wi

th

an angel face

And a tas

te

for suicid

al.

C-F-C-F-G X2 (Touch all of these chords just once)

Are you talking to me?

C-F-C-F-G X2 (Touch all of these chords just once)

C-G-F-(G?) X4

St. Jimmy!!!

Verse

3:

My

name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son

of

a gun.

I'm the one

that's from the way outsid

e.

(St. Jim

my...)

I'm

a teenage assassin executing some

fun

In the cul

t

of the life

of

crime.

(St.

Jimmy...)

I'd

really have to say it, but I told you

so.

So shut your mouth

before I shoot you do

wn

ol' boy. (S

t.

Jimmy...)

Welcome

to the club and give me some

blood.

I'm the res

ident

leade

r

of the lost and f

ound.

(St. Jimmy...)

C-C-F G-G-C

It's a comedy and tragedy.

It's

St.

Jimm

y

and that's m

y

nam

e

And don't wear it out.