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's your pleasure and whats 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 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. . .
I think Homecoming is my favourite song from American Idiot.