Tonight, there?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 don?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 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      Red line tripping on a land mine, sipping 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 devils 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