St. Jimmy

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St. Jimmy
Green Day

A

D-A     
    St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
D-A 
    Upon the boulevard like a zipgun on parade
D-A
    Lights of a silhouette
D-A
    He's insubordinate
D-A               E               D    A
    Comin' at you on the count of one, two
(1,2,3,4!)

A D E A (x2)

A            D             E                  A
  My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
A             D                E              A
  Just like a murder that your mother talked about
A              D                 E            A
  King of the 40 thieves and I'm here to represent
A            D               E          A
  The needle in the vein of the establishment
        D                      A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
        D                E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

A D E A (x2)

A                D           E             A
  Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
A          D                 E           A
  I am the son of a bitch of Edgar Allen Poe
A               D           E        A
  Raised in the city in the halo of lights
A            D                 E                A
  Product of war and fear that we've been victimized
        D                      A
I'm the patron saint of the denial
        D                E
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

A D A D E
A D A D E
        You talkin' to me?
A D A D E
A D A D E
        I'll give you something to cry about

A E C D# (x4)

St.Jimmy!!

A D E A 
A D E
A D G D A

A                            D
  My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
        G                   D      A
I'm the one that's from the way outside, now
   A                  D
A teenage assassin executing some fun
       G           D       A
In the cult of the life of crime, now
     A                          D
I'd really hate to say it but I told you so
             G              D         A
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down 'ol boy
A                       D
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
        G        D             A
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found
     A   D
It's comedy
    E    A
And tragedy
     A      D
It's St. Jimmy
    E         A
And that's my name
                      A
And don't wear it out
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