Saints of Los Angeles(Gang Vocal)

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