A                                                             D A
st. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
A                                                             D A
Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parede 
                          D A
light of a sillohette
                          D A 
He's insubordinate
A               D             E     
Coming  at you on the count of 1,2,3,4

A D E A (2x)

A                       D                   E                     A
My name is Jimmy  and you batter not wear it out
                           D                            E                    A
Suicide commmando that that your momma talked about
                      D
King of the  forty theives
                E                 A
And i'm here to represent 
                   D             E                         A
The needle in the vein of the entabushment

D                                             D
I'm the patron saint  of the denail
D                               E                       A 
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

A D E A (2x)

A                D                     E                 A
Cigaretes and ramen in a little bag of dope
                              D               E    A
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar poe
                       D                 E           A
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
                   D                 E                                 A
The product of war and fear that wa've benn victimized

D                                             D
I'm the patron saint  of the denail
D                               E                       A 
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Are you talking to me?

I'm ii give you something to cry  about.

ST. Jimmy

A D E A (3x)

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
A                                     D
A teenage assasin executing so fun
E                                     E
In the cult of the life on crime
A                                       D
I really hate to say it but i told you so 
          E                                    A 
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down oh boy
A                                                     D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
                       E                A        
And the resident leader of the lost and found
A              D  E            A 
It's  comedy and tragedy
A               D
It's st Jimmy 
             E     A
And that's my naaaaame...
                              A
and don't wear it out!