St. Patrick's Day (S.C.4.t Mix) - It'sYaBoiH2

Here comes the cold Break out the winter clothes And find a love to call your own You, enter you Your cheeks a shade of pink And the rest of you in powder blue Who knows what will be But I'll make you this guarantee No way November will see our goodbye When it comes to December it's obvious why No one wants to be alone at Christmas time In the dark, on the phone You tell me the names of your brothers And your favorite colors I'm learning you And when it snows again We'll take a walk outside And search the sky Like children do No way November will see our goodbye When it comes to December it's obvious why No one wants to be alone at Christmas time And come January, we're frozen inside Making new resolutions a hundred times February, won't you be my valentine? And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrrick's Day We should take a ride tonight around the town And look around at all the beautiful houses Something in the way that blue lights on a black night Can make you feel more Everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be Just like you and me No one wants to be alone at Christmas time Come January, we're frozen inside Making new resolutions a hundred times February, won't you be my valentine? And if our always is all that we gave And we someday take that away I'll be alright, if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day

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 Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the forty thieves 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 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 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 old boy Welcome to the club and give me some blood I'm 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