Saints Of Los Angeles

Tonight, there's gonna be a fight

So if you need a place to go

Got a two room slum

A mattress and a gun

And the cops don't ever show



So come right in

Cuz everybody sins

Welcome to the scene of the crime

You want it, believe it, we got it if you need it

The devil is a friend of mine



Well if you think it's crazy, you ain't seen a thing

Just wait untill we're goin down in flames



Chorus

We are, we are the saints

We signed our life away

Doesn't matter what you think

We're gonna do it anyway

We are, we are the saints

One day you will confess

And pray to the saints of Los Angeles



Red line, tripping on a land mine

Sippin at the Troubadour

Girls passed out, naked in the back lounge

Everybody's goin to score



She's all jacked up, she's down on her luck

You wan't it, you need it the devil's gonna feed it

Don't cha say it's crazy, you don't know a thing

Just wait untill we're going down in flames



We are, we are the saints

We signed our life away

Doesn't matter what you think

We're gonna do it anyway

We are, we are the saints

One day you will confess

And pray to the saints of Los Angeles



Solo



Give it up, give it up

Give it up, give it up

Give it up, give it up

Give it up, give it up

Give it up, give it up



We are, we are the saints

We signed our life away

Doesn't matter what you think

We're gonna do it anyway

We are, we are the saints

One day you will confess

And pray to the saints of Los Angeles



We are, we are the saints

We signed our life away

Doesn't matter what you think

We're gonna do it anyway

We are, we are the saints

One day you will confess

And pray to the saints of Los Angeles