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Hey there lookin' at me
Tell me what do you see
But you quickly turn your head away
Try to find the words I could use
I'll go for miles
Till I find you
You say you want to leave me
But you can't choose
I've gone thru pain...
Looking back upon my life
And the places that I've been
Pictures, faces, girls I've loved
I try to remember when...
Now you see me, now you don't
Don't ask me where I'm at
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Treated like a forbidden heel
A small cloud has fallen
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail
The...
Here we go again, infatuation
Touches me just when I
Thought that it would end
Oh but then again it seems
Much...
Every night I dream the same dream
Of getting older all the time
I ask you now, what does this mean?
Are these problems...
I always waste my time just wondering
What the next man thinks of me
I'll never do exactly what I want
And I'll sculpt...
Hey can you hear me?
I'm calling your name
Hello? Or is this goodbye?
The gleam in your eyes
It troubles my...
Princess in a school girl's dream
May I please speak with you?
I'm having troubles with control
And it's all because of...
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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!
[Thanks to blackroseless@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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