Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care!

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure and whats your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says 'we're fucked up'
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind it's my own private suicide

[Part 2 - East 12th St.:]
Well nobody cares
Well nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th st.
He's not listened to a word now
He's in his own world
And he's daydreaming

He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he had plenty

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light of the silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on account 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 theives
And I'm here to represent
That 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 in the hail 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

You talkin' 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
A teenage assasin 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 old 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!

"Никто не совершенен, но обвиняют меня, в том, что не смог подобрать лучших слов, а для меня это лучшее оправдание...Жить не дыша - значит трагично умереть....!! Когда ты уходишь от боли, ты не знаешь куда идти, ты прсто уходишь....! Ты уходишь... Billie Joe Armstrong. Jesus of Suburbia.

"Однажды меня остановил один парень и спросил, что есть панк. Тогда я пнул мусорный бак и сказал: "Вот это панк!" Тогда и он пнул тот же бак и вновь спросил: "Так это панк?" И я ответил ему: "Нет, но это модно!"Билли Джо Армстронг_

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