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 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 going 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. Redline...trippin' on a land mine Sippin' at the Troubadour Girl's 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus x2]