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St. Jimmy Lyrics: 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 / Comin' at you on the...
Green Day Lyrics. "St. Jimmy". St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway. Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade. Lights on the silhouette, he's insubordinate. Coming at you on the count of one, two. One, two, three, four!
St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleywayUpon the boulevard like a zip gun on paradeLight of a silhouetteHe's insubordinateComin' at you on the count of1,2...
St. Jimmy, the song and the symbol, is Green Day’s love letter to the binary nature of existence. Describing the character’s realm as ‘comedy and tragedy,’ Armstrong acknowledges the absurdity interwoven with the gravity of life as an outsider, a rebel, a punk.
St. Jimmy Lyrics by Green Day from the Bullet in a Bible album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's ….
Lyrics. 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 one, two (one, two, three, four) My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out. Suicide commando that your momma talked about.
St. Jimmy (Broadway) Lyrics: St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway / Upon the boulevard like a zip gun on parade / Light of a silhouette / He's insubordinate / Coming at you...
The Lyrics for St. Jimmy by Green Day have been translated into 13 languages. St. Jimmy′s coming down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Lights on the silhouette. He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two One, two, three, four!
Are We the Waiting / St. Jimmy Lyrics: Starry nights, city lights comin' down over me / Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head / Are we? We are / Are we? We are the waiting unknown / This dirty...
St. Jimmy is coming down across the alleyway. Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade. Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate. Coming at you on the count of one, two. One, two, three, four. My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out.