|Green Day||[-] Transpozice [+] Tisk textu  |
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 1,2,1,2,3,4! 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 igarettes 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 nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out!