This is the third Random Weekend appearance of a song from Green Day’s 2004 punk rock opera, American Idiot. While I enjoy the album, it’s telling that I have never posted about it deliberately but only through these random spins of the musical dial.
I’ve always appreciated this album more for the musical variety than the story, which I haven’t taken the time to fully comprehend. Today’s track introduces St. Jimmy, the alter ego of Jesus of Suburbia, and blah blah blah.
Narrative aside, this is a fun track that calls back to the punk sound Green Day was known for before stretching their wings on American Idiot.
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!
[Verse 1]
My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves, and I’m here to represent
The needle in the vein of the establishment
[Chorus]
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
[Verse 2]
Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we’ve been victimized
[Chorus]
I’m the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal
[Ad Libs]
Are you talking to me?
I’ll give you something to cry about
St. Jimmy
[Middle Eight]
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’d really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down, ol’ boy
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
I’m the resident leader of the lost and found
It’s comedy and tragedy
It’s St. Jimmy
And that’s my name
And don’t wear it out!
Meet Me In Montauk 
I like some of the less punky songs from this album, but hard pass on this one.