Green Day
American Idiot (2004) - Lyrics

St. Jimmy's coming down across the
alleyway

Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

Light of
a silluoette

He's insubordinate

Coming at you on the count
of 1,2, 1,2,3,4!



My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it
out

Suicide commando 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 of dope

I am the son of a
bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Raised in the city under a halo of
lights

The product of war and fear 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 from the way outside

A teenage assassin executing some
fun

And 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
ol' boy

Welcome to the club and give me some blood

And the
resident leader of the lost and found



It's comedy and
tragedy

It's St. Jimmy

And that's my name...and
don't wear it out!