Green Day's American Idiot Lyrics by American Idiot Cast and Green Day

JOHNNY:
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade

MIGUEL:
Light of a silhouette

DECLAN:
He's insubordinate:

THEO:
Coming at you on the count of 1, 2

ST. JIMMY:
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 40 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 taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen
and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city in a halo of lights
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

JOHNNY:
Are you talking to me?

JOHNNY and ST. JIMMY:
I'll give you something to cry about

ALL:
St. Jimmy!

ST. JIMMY:
My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside now
A teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime now
I really hate to say it, but I told you so
So shut your mouth
before I shoot you down ol' boy
Welcom to the club and give me some blood
I'm the resident leader of the lost and found

ALL:
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy

JOHNNY and ST. JIMMY:
And that's my name!

ALL:
And don't wear it out!