I. The Death of St. Jimmy
My heart is beating from me,
I am standing all alone.
Please call me
Only if 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's your pleasure and
what's your pain?
Do you dream too 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.
In my own private suicide.
II. East 12th St.
Does anyone care if no one cares?
And nobody cares and nobody cares.
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on East 12th St.
He's not listening to a word right now,
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming.
He'd rather be doing something else now
like cigarettes and coffee
with the underbelly.
His life on the line with anxiety now.
And she had enough,
And he's had plenty.
Somebody get me out of here.
Anybody get me out of here.
Somebody get me out of here.
Get me the fuck right out of here.
So far away,
I don't want to stay.
Get me outta here right now.
I just want to be free.
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now.
This lifelike dream aint for me.
III. Nobody Likes You
I fell asleep
while watching Spike TV
after 10 cups of coffee
and you're still not here.
Dreaming of a song
When something went wrong,
But I can't tell anyone
'cuz you're not here.
Left me here alone
When I should have stayed home.
After 10 cups of coffee
I'm thinking, where'd you go?
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you.
They're all out without you
Havin' fun.
Everyone left you,
Nobody likes you.
They're all out without you
Havin' fun.
Where'd you go?
IV. Rock and Roll Girlfriend
I got a rock and roll band.
I got a rock and roll life.
I got a rock and roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife.
I got a rock and roll house.
I got a rock and roll car.
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar.
I got a kid in New York.
I got a kid in The Bay.
I haven't drank or smoked nothin'
In over 22 days,
So get off of my case.
V. We're Coming Home Again
Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat.
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet.
The time has come has come and it's going nowhere.
Nobody ever said that life was fair now.
Go-Karts and guns are treasures they will bear
in the summer heat.
The world is spinning around and around
out of control again,
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down.
So send my love a letterbomb
and visit me in hell.
We're the ones going
Home, we're coming home again.
I started fuckin' running
Just as soon as my feet touch ground.
We're back in the barrio
but to you and me, that's Jingle Town,
Home.
We're coming home again.
Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you.
They're all out without you
Havin' fun.