Homecoming (The death of St. Jimmy)...
My heart is beating from me, I'm standing all alone
Please call me only, if you are coming home
Waste another years flies by, waste a night or two..
You taught me how to live...
In the streets of shame, where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no sights of hope, the steems and seeds are the last of the dope
There's a glow of light, the St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gift, and trust, a fixture in a city of lust
What the hell's your name? what your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much? Do you think what you need it's a crutch?
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...
Jimmy died, today, he blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind
It's my own private suicide
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