Saints Of Los Angeles (Gang Vocal)

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 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