[Intro]
A A*    D A
 
A*                                           D A
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
A*                                           D A
Up on the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
A*                     D A
Lights of a silhouette
A*                 D A
He's insubordinate
A*            E               D    A
Comin' at you on the count of one, two
(1,2,3,4!)
 
 
[Instrumental]
 
A  D  E  A  x2
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
A          D             E                  A
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
A          D               E             A
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
A           D               E            A
King of the 40 thieves, 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
 
 
[Instrumental]
 
A  D  E  A  x2
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
A              D           E             A
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
A        D                 E           A
I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe
A             D           E        A
Raised in the city in the halo of lights
A          D                 E               A
Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
 
 
[Chorus]
 
D                           A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
D                        E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
 
 
[Interlude]
 
A D A D E A D A D
E
Are you talkin' to me?!
A D A D E A D A D
E
I'll give you somethin' to cry about!!
 
A  E  C  Eb  x4
 
St. Jimmy!
 
 
[Instrumental]
 
A    D    E    A
A    D    E    E    E (hold)
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
A                           D
My name is St. Jimmy, I'm a son of a gun
        E                       A
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now
A                  D
A teenage assassin executing some fun
       E                     A
in the cult of the life of crime, now
A                             D
I really hate to say it but I told you so
        E                             A
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down 'ol boy
A                       D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
        E                      A
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 E E E E E    A
And that's my name!!......
                            A A A A
And don't wear it out!!!!!!!