Saints Of Los Angeles
Tonight there’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to goGot two room slum a magnum 7 gun, and the cops don’t never showSo come right in cause everybody sins, welcome to the scene of the crimeYou 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 thingJust wait until we’re going down in Flames
We are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesn’t matter what you thinkWe’re gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Redline trippin’ on a land mine, sippin’ at the TroubadourGirls passed out naked in the back lounge everybody’s gonna scoreShe’s all jacked up she’s down on her luckYou want it you need it the devil’s gonna feed it
Don’t you say it’s crazy, you don’t know a thingJust wait until we’re going down in Flames
We are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los Angeles
Give it up give it upGive it up give it upGive it up give it upGive it up give it up
We are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los Angeles
We are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesn’t matter what you think, we’re gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los Angeles