Текст песни Зеленый день - Святой Джимми
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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 1,2,1,2,3,4! My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out Suicide commando that your momma talked about King of the forty theives And 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 under a halo of lights The 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 And the resident leader at the lost and found It's comedy and tragedy It's St. Jimmy And that's my nameeeeeee...and don't wear it out! Св. Джимми подкрадывается, пробираясь переулками! Выходит на бульвар с самодельным пистолетом наготове. Мерцает силуэт, Он - неподчиняющийся, Нападает на тебя на счёт раз, два. 1-2-3-4. Меня зовут "Джимми", И тебе лучше не заикаться по этому поводу. Самоубийца-отморозок, о котором говорила твоя мамочка Главарь сорока разбойников. И я здесь, чтобы представить вам Иглу в вене истеблишмента. Я святой заступник всех отверженных, С ангельским лицом и склонностью к самоубийству. Сигареты, шишки и пакетик с дозой. Я - сын суки и Эдгара Алена По, Выращенный в городе, освещенном множеством огней, Результат вражды и страха, которые нас преследовали. Я святой заступник всех отверженных, С ангельским лицом и склонностью к самоубийству. Это ты мне? Я тебя сейчас до истерики доведу! Святой Джимми! Меня зовут Св. Джимми, я сын головореза, Я один из тех, кто сбился с пути. Молодой убийца, вытворяющий забавные штуки В секте криминальной жизни. Я на самом деле ненавижу говорить это, Но я тебе уже говорил: Заткнись, пока я тебя не пристрелил, приятель. Добро пожаловать в клуб, дай мне свою кровь. Местный главарь Над всеми потерявшимися и нашедшими себя. Это комедия и трагедия. Это Св. Джимми И это моё имя… … и даже не смей заикаться!!! Смотрите также:
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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 1,2,1,2,3,4!
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty theives
And 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 under a halo of lights
The 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
And the resident leader at the lost and found
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my nameeeeeee ... and do not wear it out!
St. Jimmy sneaks wading lanes!
Goes to the boulevard with a homemade gun at the ready.
Flashes silhouette
He - contumacious,
Attacking you at the expense of one, two.
1-2-3-4.
My name is & quot; & quot ;, Jimmy
And you'd better not stutter on this issue.
Suicide-raisers, which says your mother
The leader of the Forty Thieves.
And I'm here to introduce you
Needle in the vein of the establishment.
I'm the patron saint of all the outcasts,
With an angelic face and a tendency to commit suicide.
Cigarettes, pine cones and a bag with dose.
I - son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe,
Grown in the town, lots of lights lit,
The result of enmity and fear that we have pursued.
I'm the patron saint of all the outcasts,
With an angelic face and a tendency to commit suicide.
You talking to me?
I'll now hysterically will bring!
Holy Jimmy!
My name is St. Jimmy, I'm the son of a thug,
I am one of those who went astray.
Young killer gets up fun things
In sect criminal life.
I really hate to say it,
But I have already told you:
Shut up before I did not shoot you, buddy.
Welcome to the club, give me your blood.
Local leader
Over all the lost and found himself.
It's a comedy and tragedy.
This St. Jimmy
And it's my name ...
... And do not even dare to stutter !!!
