Tonight there′s gonna be a fight

So if you need a place to go

Got a two-room slumA 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 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 landmine

Sippin′ 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 devil′s 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

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