My heart is beating from me.
I am standing all alone.
Please call me
Only is you are coming home.
Waste another year 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 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.
"WHAT THE HELL'S YOUR NAME?"
What is you pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain,
ST.JIMMY comes without any shame.
HE SAY'S "WE'RE ******** UP."
But we're not the same.
And mom and dad are the one's you can blame.
JIMMY DIED TODAY
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind.
In my own private suicide.
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