St. Jimmy

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St. Jimmy
Green Day

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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)

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  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
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  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

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  My name is St. Jimmy 
      D
I'm a son of a gun
        G              
I'm the one that's from 
    D      A
The way outside, now
   A
A teenage assassin 
   D
Executing some fun
       G           
In the cult of the 
D       A
Life of crime, now
     A                   
I'd really hate to say it 
       D
But I told you so
             G            
So shut your mouth before
  D         A
I shoot you down 'ol boy
A
Welcome to the club and 
D
Give me some blood
        G        D      
I'm the resident leader 
       A
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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