Testo di Saints Of Los Angeles

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 trippin' on a land mine, 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 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