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

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

If you think it's crazy

You ain't seen a thing

Just wait until we're goin 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 land mines

Sippin at the Troubador

Girls passed out, hangin in the back lounge

Thinking everybody's gonna score

She's jacked up, 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

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