ST. JIMMY

St Jimmy
a.k.a.: Jesus of Suburbia (see Bible of "None of the above")
location: Broken Home, Corner of East 12th Street and Broken Dreams Boulevard, Damned City, in the Land of Make Believe.
does not want to be: an American Idiot
son of: a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe; a gun; rage and love
pastimes include: not caring, waiting, coming home, sleeping through September.
girlfriend: Whatsername, a rock and roll extraordinary rebel, holds his heart like a handgrenade
liked by: Nobody
needs: Novocaine
diet: soda pop and ritalin



GREEN DAY: (MAY 7)

St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Upon The BLVD. like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette, he's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 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 40 thieves and I'm here to represent the
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.

ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? My name is St. Jimmy. I'm a
son of a gun. I'm the one that's from the way outside.
I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun in the cult
of the life of crime. I'd 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.
I'm 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