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 never show
So come right in, 'cause everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it, believe it
You 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 until 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
Red line, tripping on a landmine
Sippin' at the Troubadour
Girls passed out, naked in the back lounge
Everybody's gonna score
She's all jacked up
She's down on her luck
You want it, you need it
The devil's gonna feed it
Don't you say it's crazy, you don't know a thing
Just wait until 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
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