CHAPTER SIX:

SAINT JIMMY

A/N: Welcome to another chapter of my albumfic thingy. Ahhh, the song that started it all. I tried to do a songfic of this, and lost everything cuz I didn't back it up, and this computer hates me. Nothing controversial in this one, HORAH! Here we go!

DISCLAIMER: Green Day owns all lyrics!! Every last one.
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!

As I walked down the alleyway of the city I've lived in since I was born, I wonder why they're all watching me. It's not like I'm part of a parade or something. Sure, I've defied the law, but who doesn't now and then?

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

My name is Jimmy, and I barely have any friends. Their moms say I'm a suicide commando and King of the Thieves. I would prefer to think of myself as a needle. I've poked myself into the establishment. I'm in their lives, irritating them and prodding them for no reason.

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

Some people say that if I was a saint, I'd be the patron of denial, since all I ever do is deny, deny, deny. I've been told I have an innocent face, but beneath that so called innocents is a lonely, slightly suicidal teen. I live off of cigarettes and ramen, like a homeless person…or those college kids, but I've never considered myself to be a college kid. My mom's a bitch; I'm sure she's never loved me as much as all her flings. My real dad is trying to be the next Edgar Allen Poe, so I rarely see him anymore. Being raised in this city is like being raised in hell, so I've been raised in hell from the start. I'd have to say I'm just a product of war and fear. The more kids, the more recruits they'll have for the mutherfucking war. I'd kill myself before they could recruit me!

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 hear my name being murmured, and I know they're talking about me. Now my name is 'Saint Jimmy', even though I'm the farthest thing from a saint. People say I'm a teenage assassin, but I'm not. I'm just having some fun from the cult of life in crime. That's how I am.

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 name... and don't wear it out!

I really hate to tell these people that their mothers told them so. They'd better shut their mouths soon, or I'll shoot them all down. I hate being watched and talked about. My life is like a comedy and a tragedy. One doesn't usually exist without the other. My name is Jimmy or 'Saint Jimmy' and if you wear it out, there will be hell to pay…

A/N: And that's a wrap! It's ok, I like the original better, but that's gone forever. Ah well. LaTeR.