St. Jimmy — текст песни (Green Day)

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out

Suicide comando that your momma talked about

King of the forty theives

And I`m here 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 ramen and a little bag to sell

I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe

Raised in the city in the hail of lights

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 exucuting some fun

In the cult of the life of crime



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 nameeeeeee.

... and don`t wear it out!