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...'Yeah, this is Jimmy. Uhhh...I might be in, might not. Either way, speak right now if you want me to hit you back.'
...beeeeeep.
'Uhh, hey yo, Jimmy. You in? Pick up man.
...
...dude, put the J down, get your ass off the sofa and pick up the phone.
...
...alright, whatever. It's Trey. You still on for the club tonight, bro? You've still got my fake ID from last time man, I don't fucking know why. We're going to party at Lisa's before we go, and you're the main man my brother, you got the dope. My dad's outta town so I'll take the car, pick you up at seven. Later.'
Click.
* * * * *
Raised in the city under a halo of lights...
It's loud.
It's always loud.
There's people and we all party. And there's music and we all dance. And there's liquor and we all drink.
But I've got the dope. I'm the main man. Saint Fucking Jimmy they call me, because when they're down, I'm just a phone call away and we go out and that's the game, that's life. A good time had by all.
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs 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
And it's good. We're young. It doesn't matter if we're ugly or fat or suck at school; who cares if we wear black and listen to music and like to pierce our faces? Who cares if we go punk and shave our heads? Who cares if we get tattoos and skip class and hang out at the arcade, meeting the guys that sell the stuff that makes us feel good?
Who cares if we go home and our dad's are drunk and hitting our mom's and kicking us out to sleep on the streets?
Fuck it. Fuck it all.
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
Tonight's the night. The beat vibrates through a thousand young bodies and we are one, but not the same, moving to the drumming in different ways. And we all drink, and party, and dance, and sweat, and sing. Live like there's no tomorrow.
There is no tomorrow.
Welcome to the club and give me some blood
And the resident leader at the lost and found.
It's comedy and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name...and don't wear it out!