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  Исполнитель: Green Day Прислал:
St. Jimmy

Green Day


Album: American Idiot
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

St. Jimmys comin down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
Hes 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 Im here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

Im 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 Allen Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that weve been victimized

Im the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?

Ill give you something to cry about.

ST. JIMMY!

My name is St. Jimmy Im a son of a gun
Im the one thats from the way outside
Im a teenage assassin executing 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

Its comedy and tragedy
Its St. Jimmy
And thats my nameeeeeee...and dont wear it out!


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