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Title: St. Jimmy
Album: American Idiot
Lyrics:
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
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 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 Allen 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
ARE YOU TALKING 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'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 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 at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee... and don't wear it out!
Title: St. Jimmy
Album: American Idiot
Lyrics:
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of a silhouette
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 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 Allen 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
ARE YOU TALKING 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'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 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 at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee... and don't wear it out!
![Green Day - Wild One - [HQ]
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I do not own any content. Rights belong to Green Day.
Title: Wild One
Album: ¡Dos! (2012)
Lyrics:
She
Shes my wild one
My heart is in panic
Her eyes look so manic now
She
Little wild one
My heart is a chaser
Shes strung out on razors now
She gave up on Jesus for living on Venus
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on the grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
She
Shes my wild one
My heart is in danger
From shadows and strangers now
She
Little wild one
Shes covered in angels
And demons and halos now
She gave up on jesus, for living on Venus
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on a grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
She gave up on jesus, for living on Venus
All fucked up with nowhere to go
Im drinking the Kool-Aid, I jumped on a grenade
Now that my minds gonna blow, hello
Little wild one
My heart is in danger, shes strung out on razors now
My heart is in danger, shes strung out on razors now Green Day - Wild One - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/yhRN53SOsc0/mqdefault.jpg)
![Green Day - Tight Wad Hill - [HQ]
Title: Tight Wad Hill
Album: Insomniac (1995)
Lyrics:
Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Sugar city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs
One more night
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existance
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill Green Day - Tight Wad Hill - [HQ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zdB-JS8sLiM/mqdefault.jpg)