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1.ATheD death ofG SaintE Jimmy
AMy heartD isGbeating from meE
I'm standing all alone.Please call me only,
If you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste night or two.
You taught me how to live my life.
2.In theA street ofD shameG where you've lost
your dreams in theD rain.
There's no sign 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.
R:What theD hell's yourA name?
What's your pleasure, what is your pain?
Do you dream so much?
Do youG think what you need is aE crutch.
3.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.
R:Jimmy died today.
He blew his brain into the bay.
In the state of mind.
Is my own private suicide.