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 untill 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 a landmine 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 want it, you need it The devil's gonna feed it
Don'tcha 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
Music & lyrics: Nikki Sixx, James Michael, DJ Ashba, Marti Frederiksen