The Saints Of Los Angeles

Tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go
Got two room slum a magnum 7 gun, and the cops don’t never show
 [bad word] right in cause everybody sins, [bad word] 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

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
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

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