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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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The Shot Heard 'Round the World. That's what Saint Jimmy's death was, expect instead starting a revolution this is the blow that would probably end it.
It was a deafening sound that came from the bay, and yet no one cared. Nobody cared until they found the Saint with a bullet in his skull, and a gun in his hand. Even at that though, nobody gave a shit.
No one gave a shit because it was Jimmy. Sure, he was an asshole. But he was still human, still had favorite bands, still had friends, and he still felt love.
Who in the fuck us going to believe that though? Saint Jimmy was something other than an aggressive little prick who did drugs, and beat the shit out of people? Yeah right.
Maybe he did do something right, blowing out his brains. Everyone probably thought that, even his supposed 'friends.'