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Saints Of Los Angeles Lyrics
by Motley Crue
Tonight, there's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a 2 room slum
A mattress & a gun and the cops don't ever 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 s friend of mine
If you think it's crazy
You ain't seen a thing
Just wait until we goin down in flames
(Chorus)
We are, we are, the saints we signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
Were 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 Troubador
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 goin down in flames
(Chorus)
We are, we are, the saints we signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We 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 Troubador
Girls passed out naked in the back lounge
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
(Chorus)
We are, we are, the saints we signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
Were 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
Were gonna do it anyway
We are, we are, the saints one day you will confess
And pray to the saints of Los Angeles
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