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

I've these dreams I'm Walking home Home when it used to be And everything is As it was Frozen in front of me Here I stand Six feet small Romanticizing years ago It's a bitter sweet feeling hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the Radio And these days I wish I was 6 again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me Had it made in 83 Thinking bout my brother Ben I miss him every day He looks just like his brother John But on an 18 month delay Here I stand 6 feet small And smiling cause I'm scared as hell Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie Where the actor's names have changed Well, well these days I wish I was six again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me If my life was more like 1983 I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me And most my memories Have escaped me Or confused themselves with dreams If heaven's all we want it to be Send your prayers to me Care of 1983 You can paint that house a rainbow of colors Rip out the floorboards Replace the shutters but That's my plastic in the dirt Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my lunchbox When came the day that it got Thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say In that decision If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life

I'm writing you, to catch you up on places I've been And you held this letter Probably got excited But there's nothing else inside it Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way with words Today, skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche And strange how clouds that look Like mountains in the sky Are next to mountains anyway Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's I guess You had to be there I guess You had to be with me Oh today, I finally overcame Tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's, just no more 3 by 5's