IRC-Galleria

Tonight thereÂ’s gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to go
Got two room slum a mattress and a gun, and the cops donÂ’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 itÂ’s crazy you ainÂ’t seen a thing
Just wait until weÂ’re going down in Flames

We are we are the saints we signed our life away
DoesnÂ’t matter what you think
WeÂ’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 trippinÂ’ on a land mine, sippinÂ’ at the Troubadour
Girls passed out naked in the back lounge everybodyÂ’s gonna score
SheÂ’s all jacked up sheÂ’s down on her luck
You want it you need it the devilÂ’s gonna feed it

DonÂ’t you say itÂ’s crazy, you donÂ’t know a thing
Just wait until weÂ’re going down in Flames

We are we are the saints we signed our life away
DoesnÂ’t matter what you think, weÂ’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 uo 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
DoesnÂ’t matter what you think, weÂ’re gonna do it anyway
We are we are the saints one day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles